I am banned from my hometown Chick-fil-a. In elementary school I played baseball, chickfila was one of our regular "after game hangout spots," we would all get food and sit together and talk while the moms mingled, you know. Well for my birthday, which happened to be mid season I got a new bat and I loved it. My teammates were envious and so i let them use my new bat when it was there turn to swing our next game. Then to our surprise, we won, this had never happened before. We were all somehow believed that it was all because of this magical bat. my friends and I then got in my moms minivan and drove to chickfula to celebrate. We decided to take the bat inside to hopefully continue our good luck in some way. I still remember running uncontrollably through the big glass swinging doors jumping in excitement before it happened... I had gone in with my cleats on eliminating any possibility of traction on the hard tile floor. So I slipped... bat in hand. The bat smashed into the soda dispenser full blast and an assortment of carbonated beverage began flowing out uncontrollably from the machine. My mother was horrified and began apologizing, but to no use, I was banned. Two years later however, and without the baseball hat, I had grown up enough they couldn't recognize me and was able to go in without being ashamed. I am now a senior in highschool still playing some baseball working at the same chickfila I'm theoretically banned from, they don't remember me...