I can, with a huge grin on my face, honestly say that I have had the cops called on me at Cracker Barrel. For real. This happened several years ago, when I headed in to Cracker Barrel with some friends. Walking from the parking lot to the front door, I saw my friend Logan’s bike leaned up against a post outside. Logan loves Cracker Barrel’s Broccoli Chicken and would sometimes ride his bike to the restaurant to pick up a to-go order.
Seeing his bike there gave me an idea! A glorious and hilarious idea! …I would move Logan’s bike down a few posts. That way, he comes out to where he left his bike, but it wouldn’t be there. It seemed like a mild joke, because all he would have to do is look around and he would find his bike just a few feet away from where he left it. No harm done.
I immediately took action and grabbed his bike and began to walk down, past the iconic Cracker Barrel rocking chairs.
I simply leaned the bike against the new post and told him I was going in to eat dinner, and NOT to move the bike back.Sure enough, when I went inside Cracker Barrel, there was Logan at the front counter, picking up his broccoli chicken. I had to explain to him “So…I was trying to make a joke on you and I moved your bike out front and now the cops are coming.”