Shamrock Shakes and a side of disillusionment

At some point in my childhood (maybe when I was 7 or 8 years old). My mother took me to McDonald’s on Saint Patrick’s Day. I ordered a Shamrock shake only to be told “we don’t have em”. Incredulous I asked “why” only for the person taking our order to tell me “look kid they’re just vanilla shakes with green dye added.” It was this moment when I decided to turn to a life of crime.

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