Wade had a lunch meeting today so I took the opportunity to get a bunch of errands done. I got my car washed, dropped off the dry cleaning, and got a haircut. Somewhere along the way I realized I also needed to get food. The idea of a Market Fresh Sandwich sounded perfect. I waited in a long line at the drive-thru, got to the microphone and ordered. The woman responds with, “Arby’s serves the Market Fresh, not us.” I look up and realize I am an idiot and had pulled into Chick-fil-A. I can’t even claim that I thought I was in the right place. I just wasn’t paying attention. I quickly ordered a chicken sandwich and got on my way…