i must subsist! after you!
me and t-stolt interviewed for a job that would take us dozens of miles around the southeastern state-osphere. the chik-fil-a people want two guys like us to spotlight special team members who make the little mormon poultry parade a bit more...special.
we pretended like we were driving and improvised some dialogue about a team member in kentucky who braved a vicious storm to go make chicken sandwiches.
him: we're heading to elizabethtown, kentucky. ever heard of it?
me: used to be called elizabethopolis, but that was a mouthful!
the clients clucked out loud (COL for u l33t speakers) at our seat-clearing antics. they almost applauded. it was a golf-like smatter that didn't.
the kicker: they gave us each a prize! only check out the date.
we pretended like we were driving and improvised some dialogue about a team member in kentucky who braved a vicious storm to go make chicken sandwiches.
him: we're heading to elizabethtown, kentucky. ever heard of it?
me: used to be called elizabethopolis, but that was a mouthful!
the clients clucked out loud (COL for u l33t speakers) at our seat-clearing antics. they almost applauded. it was a golf-like smatter that didn't.
the kicker: they gave us each a prize! only check out the date.
posted by ablebody at 4:15 PM
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BUT, like I said on flickr, they (Christians) have to honor not only thy(eir) fathers and mothers, but expired chik-fil-a coupons. I know, b/c I played a store operator/BOG card expert who was a guest on a "late-night talk show" that was all about Chik-fil-a.
You can use that chicken shit any old damn time. (Dede Granger: Thankya, Jesus!)
Forgot to say after the show, loved the attempt at "if wishes and nuts were clusters of nuts..." Strangers with Candy line in Doug Dank.
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