A bright voice answered, "Thank you for calling Virginia Gateway Chick-fil-A! How may I serve you?"
So I brightly said, "Hi! I was wondering what kinds of oil you use to cook your traditional chicken sandwich and your fries."
She responded enthusiastically, "Oh, we use canola oil for the waffle fries, and processed peanut oil for the chicken." [I audibly groaned.] "Oh, but since it's processed, you shouldn't have any issues even if you are allergic to peanuts."
My more steady response, "That would be true, but I'm allergic to peanut oil. It's the equivalent of drinking a quart of milk for me."
Really, when my stomach can't stop churning for hours and refuses all regularly scheduled food, something is wrong. I was feeling a great disturbance in the force all night. Combine that with a headache, and nothing went right except for sweet oblivion at about 1 AM. Also, thankfully, this time I didn't actually lose my lunch today. That would have made life VERY unhappy for my co-workers.
I'm very sad now. I love me some Chick-fil-A. And now I know it's out of my reach... ::sniff:: But maybe I've finally solved my nigh-unto-monthly tummy issues. (I stopped for gas and a sandwich on my way home that night.)