I’ve got to admit that I find a Chick-fil-a sandwich one tasty item. Chick-fil-a is definitely in my pantheon of fast food suppliers, but not solely because of the food. It’s their business practices that I admire as much as anything. Having their service folk tell me “it was their pleasure” to serve me is just the start of what I find so right about Chick-fil-a. Well, they did it again today, 9-11-09.

     As I was proceeding east on Broad Street west of Parham, I noticed that the flag at Chick-fil-a was at half mast. Momentarily, the rolodex in my mind starting flipping pages wondering who had died; and then with a huge “duh” it struck me. A quick glance at the surrounding businesses that also fly Old Glory found no one else at half mast. And although it was only slightly past 11 a.m., I had to stop at Chick-fil-a not only for lunch but mostly to commend them for remembering. When I expressed my appreciation to the clerk for his company’s reverence of the day, he proudly told me that he had arrived early at work today for the sole purpose to insure Old Glory flew at her appropriate spot.

     Too often, we hear of the menial nature of fast food service jobs. To my way of thinking, this early rising Chick-fil-a employee may well have performed one of the most important task accomplished today in America. Thanks, Chick-fil-a.