“What do you want? A McFlurry?” Chris leaned over and asked as we pulled into the drive-thru lane at McDonald’s. We had headed out into the rain so that Chris could pick up the holy grail of milkshakes- the Shamrock Shake. He looks forward to them all year long.
“Nah, just a small chocolate milkshake,” I told him.
“Welcome to McDonald’s, can I take your order?” The speaker crackled to life.
“Umm, yeah. Can I get a small chocolate milkshake,” Chris began. “And a McFlurry”
“Rfdnsa dasjfskaj” crackled the speaker.
“No!” I hissed at Chris. ”Not a McFlurry!”
“Oreo or M&M?” the speaker deadpanned, very unenthusiastically.
“Oh, not a McFlurry,” Chris corrected himself. “A Shamrock shake.”
There was a pause.
“Uhh, we don’t have those.”
Suddenly, the air was sucked out of the car and Chris was deflated.
“Forget it,” I told Chris.
“Never mind then,” he spoke into the speaker as we pulled away, disappointed.
Year #2 with no Shamrock Shakes.