Slice of Life #14

“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.

“You don’t?”

“Forget it,” I told Chris.

“Never mind then,” he spoke into the speaker as we pulled away, disappointed.

Year #2 with no Shamrock Shakes. 😦


2 Responses

  1. You could have left out the part where I forgot the name of the one McDonalds thing I look forward too. Where are the Shamrock Shakes, make them national!

  2. My husband does a similar thing. The local beer in our area is Wachusett Brewing Company, and it is GOOD. That’s almost all we ever get. It’s bottled in our hometown of Westminster. When ever we go out to a restaurant, John always asks for a Westminster Ale. “No Honey,” I patiently say EVERY time, “You mean Wachusett.”

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