There really is no comparison when it comes to the food at Chick-fil-a versus McDonalds! But that is not all that matters!
And CFA knows this.
Almost every week since Reese started gymnastics we have gone to lunch at one of these “restaurants” after her class. Recently we have been sticking with CFA because, like I said, there really is no comparison in food taste.
Lately there have been a ton of kids there who are rough in the play area. Specifically one little two year old boy who is mean and then he always tries to touch Sam or other babies with us. We are constantly having to watch him because his nanny is out yapping with her friends. I don’t know how many times I have said, “You can look but please don’t touch.” Today Reese asked if we could go to McDonald’s instead so I said yes.
While we were there Reese needed to go to the bathroom so I packed all three of us up and we went. When we walked in there was a male worker in the women’s bathroom working on one of the doors to a stall. I assumed when he saw us he would leave until we were done. But he did not. I closed the door behind us and let Reese go to the bathroom. We left and went back to eat our lunch. As Reese was playing I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that the man did not leave us with some privacy. My mind began to wonder to the future when Reese is old enough to go to the bathroom alone. I would have been livid if she went alone and then told me later that a man was in the bathroom while she was in there. Or what if something happened while she was in there alone and she didn’t tell me because she was scared.
I decided on our way out that if I saw a manager standing up front that I would just mention this to him. I was not mad but just wanted someone to know how I felt. As we walked by the counter there were three men behind it with shirt and ties on. So I asked who was the manager and one of the guys stepped forward. I let him know my concern and he just kind of looked at my like, “What?”. So I turned to leave and one of the other men in a tie said “Sorry about that!”. I left there more mad that I originally was! All I wanted was for them to understand the danger that I saw. I didn’t even want an apology. And I don’t feel like he understood my concern.
First of all, I can not even imagine that scenario happening at CFA. And if it did, the manager would have tried to give me his right arm, if he could, as an apology while saying, “It’s my pleasure” (which I love by the way).
From now on, I think we will stick with CFA. Even if we have to drive across town to another one that is not so crazy and busy!
Am I over reacting? Would you have done the same thing or felt the same way?