...that every time that I go to McDonald's for a milkshake, their damn milkshake machine is broken? I love a vanilla milkshake now and then, but it seems that the universe doesn't want me to have one. I love to get a milkshake, drink it, and moan about the sugary tummy ache I get from drinking too fast.
Milkshakes were my total favorite when I was pregnant, and when I drink one now, I am reminded of that time. But McDonald's wishes to deprive me of this joy, by not fixing their machines when I'm having a craving.
Guess I better find a new milk shake vendor.