I have an addiction. It costs money, it's unhealthy, and if my needs are not met, I turn into a freak of nature.
"I'd like a large shamrock shake, please," I said, calmly placing my order and waiting the minty goodness that I'd been longing for.
"I'm sorry, we don't have them in yet."
I snapped. "Are you f#$ing kidding me?!"
From there it went downhill. I yelled, I screamed, Laura shoved me out the glass double doors saying, "I promise, she's not always like this! I'm sorry."
Though St. Patties Day was yesterday, I hear my McDonald's is already out of the beloved shakes. I died inside a little.
Until we meet again, friend. Until we meet again.