Chick-fil-A, I see you. Y’all are silently making hugeee moves.

The woman at the register, MaryAnn—who called me ma’am at least four times—was wearing a cute embroidered crewneck. It was a Chick-fil-A crewneck. I complimented it and my mom—a fellow sweatshirt connoisseur—asked if she could get one. To our surprise, she said they weren’t for sale. Ok Chick-fil-A, I see you—making uniforms so cute people want to wear them and represent the brand on the daily (even Sundays). I looked around and noticed that a woman—who I assume was the manager because she was running around doing everything (classic)—was also wearing cute Chick-fil-A merch. Hers looked like a hockey jersey. It seemed like a fire thrift find—but no, that’s her uniform.

Then I looked around and noticed the cute posters and the chicken wire basket at the trashcan—a designated spot for extra unused sauces. Chick-fil-A will hands down bring back the dine-in experience.

Jefferson, GA’s Chick-fil-A 05118, you outdid yourself.