So, it’s only 1 degrees outside in Waynesville, Ohio tonight. My husband and I had an intense craving for McDonald’s ice cream – him, a milkshake- me, a cone. I know, I know… it’s cold and fattening. But, who cares! A craving is a craving and we all know that a craving has to eventually get it’s fix before it causes us to pull out our hair and go crazy.
So, we bundled up, walked through crunchy snow and slippery, iced sidewalk to the car. I did an illegal U-turn, drove the three blocks to the nearest McDonald’s – and really the only place in Waynesville to get a milkshake through a drive-thru and wait out turn.
Finally, we get to place our order.
“Would you like to try our delicious pancakes this evening?”
“No, thank you!”
“What can I do for you?”
“Yes, I’d like to order a small, chocolate milkshake and an ice cream cone?” I said to the intercom while turning to my husband with a look that said – “yes, we’re doing this!”
“I’m sorry, we aren’t serving ice cream products tonight,” I heard said in the thin, cold air.
I put the car in gear and started to drive away without a response… “I’m sorry” I heard the employee’s voice in the whipping wind.
How can you not be serving ice cream? Is your ice cream machine regulated by the outside temperature? Is it housed outside? OR- are you too lazy to clean and supply the machine for what it needs to actually make the ice cream? I’m sure it’s the latter.
If I go through all the effort and decision making of finally deciding to get an ice cream cone – you better be serving it! That’s all I have to say!
McDonald’s you failed me today! So sad.
City Skipper Gal 