Where Is My Popeyes?

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A couple of years ago, my husband and I were on our way to Orlando, FL for a late summer vacation when we had an hour layover in Atlanta Hartsfield International Airport. I was starved, so my doting husband made the executive decision to stop for food in the airport so that I could get something to eat at Popeyes before our next flight.I had never seen a line so long for a restaurant in the airport before. It looked exactly like a maze or like the lines you see at theme parks.  We were so intent on getting Popeyes that neither one of us noticed how long we were standing in line before finally reaching the counter and placing our order.

After an extended wait time for a fresh batch of fried chicken, we casually began to make our way to our designated terminal, which was suspiciously empty. We noticed the doors leading to the airplane were closed shut and the computer screen with flight information indicated a different city than where we were travelling. Nervous that we missed our flight, we sheepishly approach the customer service agent with our names and situation, to which she responded with a warm welcome. She rushes to open the doors for us and tell us that everyone has been waiting for us for twenty minutes.

We quickly board the sparsely filled plane as the patiently seated passengers greet us with a smile. Just as we were getting settled into our seats and buckling our seat belts, a serious looking flight attendant approaches us as asks, “Where is my Popeyes?” before bursting into laughter.  I look down on my lap at my bag of Popeyes chicken and then back at her and we all laugh as the pilot begins to announce preparation for takeoff.

(photo of fried chicken courtesy of piyato/ freedigitalphotos.net)