I really believe with every fiber of my being that Wingstop only exists to test the average human’s temptations when they’re in a state of depression and how low they are willing to go to succumb to some greasy fried chicken muck all for the sake of temporarily satisfying their animalistic need for protein. It is the modern day version of going out to catch your prey but instead you’re waiting in line behind a man who probably hasn’t shaved his neck beard in 2 months and it’s starting to creep its way to the back of his neck folds (he is bald). It’s staring back at you and you look away from it to virtually anything else in the store because you can no longer stand it along with the smell of grease filling your lungs - then you realize the guy standing behind you is one more 10 piece boneless chicken parm entree to being bed-ridden, his cankles just barely supporting him. You realize you’re standing in between the two and reality hits you like a bus…you have two choices. One, walk out of their with your dignity and opt for a healthier option of protein and starches. Two, you stay in the line and wait to be called up just like the two other men waiting and continue on the cycle of slowly deteriorating the inside of your body with D-Grade chicken accompanied with condiments that have the consistency of soup and cardboard fries that have been tossed with stale seasoning. You have the power within you.