It seems like every time I go to McDonald’s in search of a milkshake their shake machine is broken.* It happened today at lunch. It happened a few weeks ago, on a Saturday afternoon. It happens to me ALL THE TIME. Practically every time I decide I want a fake strawberry milkshake and happen to be near a McDonald’s. It isn’t even the same location each time – it would be different if it was the same shake machine that was constantly breaking. But no. It’s like McDonald’s employees all over the country wait for the opportunity to look out the window and say “Nonsoccermom is coming and it looks like she is craving a milkshake. Quick! Hang the out-of-order sign on the machine!” Grrr.
*But only when I am the one craving a shake. When AE wants a milkshake (which happens frequently) the machine is in proper working order every time. I suppose I should be thankful for that at least – in theory, I am the reasonable adult here and can deal with the disappointment.
Our McDonalds milks shake machine is also frequently broken – although I’m currently not allowed to partake of the milky goodness. Our Jack In the Box runs out of eggs…they’re supposed to serve the whole menu all day, but every time we try and order something breakfasty at dinner time…”we’re out of eggs.” Inevitably they’re also out of whatever my second choice was and usually also my third choice and then they have the nerve to ask if I still want my coke, after I went through a laundry list of stuff that I want that they don’t have. No I don’t want my coke, I have to go somewhere else to get my food, I’m going to get my coke there, moron!