I begged for a chicken biscuit today.

Today started out as a slumping day. A lumpy, disjointed, moping in my airy world time because people won't do what I want them to do. Now. Be patient. Be prayerful. Take care of God's business and He'll take care of yours.

It wasn't even a regular workday. No kiddies to contend with, but meetings nonetheless. By 10:35, I was starving and I only wanted one thing: A Chick-fil-a chicken biscuit. (They've gotten me into trouble before.) I don't know how to convey to you how much I absolutely had to have one. There was only one problem: They stop serving breakfast at 10:30. After my slumpy lumpy funk of waking up, I didn't care. I was going to speed to the drive thru and beg. I made it at approximately 10:47.

Me: I know you stop serving breakfast at 10:30, but is there any possible way I could pleeeease have a chicken biscuit?

Lady: No, ma'am, I'm sorry.

Me: Are you sure? I just really have to have one today. Please.

Lady: I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be able to do that.

Me: (long, sorrowful sigh) Okayyyy. Well, I guess I'll get a chicken strips meal, thr-

Lady: Hold on for just a second. I'll be right back. (long pause) Well, actually we have one more chicken biscuit left! Is there anything else you'd like?

Me: Yes! Yes! Thank you! Okay, I'll also get a medium waffle fry and a lemonade. Thank you so much! You just made my day!

Why can't everything else in life work like the Chick-fil-a drive thru?