Before the pregnancy, I visited my father in south Georgia. We stopped to eat at a restaurant we frequented when I was a child.
Funny how you see things differently when you’re older.
As a child, I thought of Mr. Chick as a place that sold chicken and gave money to our t-ball team. We wore red shirts with Mr. Chick across the front.
As an adult, I stood at the counter and realized it was fast food. The decor, genius. I didn’t remember that.
But when they called my number and slid the tray across the counter, I stared down at all my food–in styrofoam. This day and age and they are still serving food in styrofoam? Even McDonald’s gave that up ages ago.
Sliding in the booth to eat chicken with my father was comforting, familiar, and painfully nostalgic. I wouldn’t give that moment up for anything. It was just he and I eating chicken and talking about our day.
Then I started taking pictures of my food and the packaging. He didn’t judge. Maybe this is how it would have been for Alice in Wonderland if she’d jumped thorough the rabbit hole a second time. (But she was no longer seven. She was thirty-seven.) She would see things differently, don’t you think? As an adult, Wonderland might not look so wonderous after all, but scary instead.
This is where I vote with my dollar. I would not frequent this restaurant again because they have not moved with the times. I am not going to eat out of styrofoam at a restaurant. It wasn’t to-go. We ate IN the restaurant. Styrofoam doesn’t go away. If I don’t make a stand…..who will? Will my child stand on mountains of styrofoam we’ve left? Including the pieces I threw away that day?
Come on, Mr. Chick. Do the right thing!
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