In four and a half hours I am embarking on an insane plan. I am going to camp out at a Chick Fil-A restaurant for 24 hours.
Why you ask? Good question.
There is a new restaurant opening in Rockville and they are doing a giveaway for the first 100 people.
52 Chick Fil-A Meals. One per week for a year. And I intend to be one of those people.
How can I do this?
The government shutdown has furloughed me so I can’t work. So I literally have the entire day free to do as I please. So I am going to try and get a year’s worth of Chick Fil-A meals.
Or one a week. Which is still nothing to sneeze at.
I’m excited. I’m a little scared. I wish I wasn’t doing this alone. But Annie has to work. And honestly has better sense than I do I think.
I am preparing. I need food. I need something to do all day. And a tent? They’re calling for a chance of rain tomorrow night. I don’t want to get wet.
It’s a camp out. In a parking lot. Alone.
Well, with. 100 or so other people. Each party can be up to 5 people. I assume they share the free meal. But who knows.
I’m excited. I’m feeling a little like a loon. But here goes nothing.