The Blog and Times of Kelli Porterfield |
University Professor, Film Producer, Comedy Writer, Impy Swashbuckler. |

I recently road tripped to Chapel Hill, North Cackalacky to perform at the North Carolina Comedy Arts Festival. I took this opportunity to grow as an artist, to reconnect with and learn from my peers and to eat as many Chick-Fil-A nuggets as possible. On one (of about eight) visit to Chick-Fil-A, I had the following conversation with the rather polite and well-spoken counter girl when trying to determine which sauce would accompany my nuggets:
KK: Can you tell me what the Chick-Fil-A special sauce is like?
Counter Girl: Well, Ma’am…..(long, thinking pause)….I don’t know how to explain it exactly. But I cantell you that I really like it.
KK: Sold. Thank you!
Counter Girl: My pleasure, Ma’am.
That’s all.
Post Script: My affection for the delicious, tender Chick-Fil-A nuggets in no way equates to an understanding or support of the corporation’s social policies.
Post Post Script: It’s been over a year since I wrote this. I have since denounced Chick-Fil-A and stand in solidarity with my LGBT friends. No more nuggets for this nugget.