There are tons of things I love about Chick-fil-a - good food, great service, blah, blah, blah… but when it comes to the cows, I just can’t take it anymore.
I remember when the Chick-fil-a Cows first popped on the scene years back and I was thinking, “Weird.” From then on the Chick-fil-a Cows have become progressively more militant and conspicuous. The damn things are everywhere.
The Cows can’t spell. Ha-ha, funny. For about a minute.
Things are bad when I drive down the road and have to use more brain power to decipher horribly misspelled words on a billboard ad campaign than I do trying to figure out some oh so clever vanity license plate.
The Cows are as awkward in depiction as they are in real life. Cows just hang around and eat all day because they can’t exactly run, jump and frolic in the meadow. I guess “awkward” sometimes translates to “ugly” and that’s what I’m feeling with the Chick-fil-a Cows. Sometimes they even look sickly in their party hats as they hold up their sandwich board placard of quaint misspelled pleas for mercy from the meat eating public.
But my biggest complaint about the Chick-fil-a Cows is, as I said earlier, their increasing militancy. It’s one thing for a cute, fat pig to advertise a bar-b-que sandwich shop or to have a cartoonish, smiling lobster in a bib greet you at a seafood restaurant. It’s an entirely different thing for one species of animal to encourage the consumption of another, as is the case with the Chick-fil-a Cows.
“Don’t eat us, eat them” wears on you.