I hear Usher’s song in my head. “These are my confessions…”
Unfortunately when I loving sing to myself in the mirror and rip off my shirt it just ain’t what MTV wants on the air. Then again Jack Blacks had a few shirtless hits.
“I’m good enough. I’m smart enough. And doggone it people read my blog.”
But that’s not what I want to confess. Here’s my second confession of the day.
When at Chick-fil-A I like to say “thank you” a lot.
Apparently when someone tells a Chick-fil-A employee “thank you”, the employee must reply with “It’s my pleasure.”
I think this is a little odd, but I still like it. It’s not “not a problem” or “you’re very welcome”. It’s much more intimate of a statement.
“It’s my pleasure.”
Plus when I happen to get the cute lady who works there to takes my order and she says “it’s my pleasure”.
However, when a guy takes my order I try to never thank them, that’s oddly uncomfortable.