The Chick-Fil-A Manager Said ‘Is That YOUR Kid In the Bathroom?’—Then I Heard Screams

The Day I Was Banned From Chick-Fil-A

I really grabbed you with that blog title, didn’t I? I should start by saying it’s not true, technically. I haven’t been banned from Chick-fil-A. 


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I do predict, however, that it is only a matter of time before I am served a restraining order by the East Lake Chick-fil-A in Marietta, GA. I wouldn’t blame them. Not even a little.

I want to take a second to chase a rabbit, of sorts. I want to say something to all of those mothers who sit in Chick-fil-A with their perfectly-behaved little children who are eating their perfectly-healthy grilled nuggets and their perfectly-portioned fruit cups (because we all know that perfect children don’t eat fries): I hate you. No, seriously. I hate you.

See, I’m the mom over in the corner. The one who’s worn and haggard and looks ten years older than she is. The one who’s yelling at her kid because he’s hiding his chicken nuggets down his pants by his…er…nuggets. My kids are the ones crying because their fries are gone and they don’t want their FRIED chicken nuggets, they want more of the greasy, starchy goodness that is the waffle fry. It’s my kids who are wailing and gnashing their teeth, simply because they aren’t allowed to trade their precious, stupid Chick-fil-A book awesome toy in for ice cream unless they eat a single dang chicken nugget. It’s not a french-fry restaurant. It’s a chicken restaurant. It’s not called “Fry-fil-A,” is it? So eat your daggum nuggets.

I digress.

I should probably share a little background before I start into what was the single most horrific Chick-fil-A event that has ever taken place in my life. I have what you might call a “history” with this restaurant. The East Lake Chick-fil-A, specifically.

You might remember a blog post I did a while back. It was called “Chick-fil-A Hates Me.” Click on the title if you want a good laugh. In short, it was an evening full of poop, pee, a contaminated playground (my kid’s fault), a screaming baby, an exploding milkshake, and a tantrum.

Last year my son suddenly became ill (at the same restaurant) and explosively vomited all over me and many other people and their food.

In hindsight I wonder why I ever thought it was a good idea to return to the East Lake Chick-fil-A (or any Chick-fil-A, for that matter). But the chicken is just so good…

I guess I thought the worst was behind me. So I let my guard down. I settled in. I grew complacent, too trusting, probably. I thought I had this “taking kids out to eat” thing down to a science.

Until today.

Jordan Baker Watts
Jordan Baker Watts
Jordan Baker Watts is a wife, mother, worship leader, speaker, writer, and former Miss America. Ok, that last one's not true, but one time she watched it on TV. Jordan's heart is for sharing Jesus with those around her, whether through song, speaking, or the written word. She shares from a real, raw place and loves to encourage those around her to come honestly and comfortably before the Lord just as they are, not as they "should" be. She uses the medium of humor to engage her audience, and she loves to laugh! Her story is one of freedom from the lies of the enemy, and of triumph over bondage, all solely by the grace of a merciful and kind God. When she grows up she wants to run a marathon (but only if there are snack breaks along the way). Follow her blog at

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