What's the deal with the Shamrock Shakes? More specifically, why did you allow me to grow up with unfettered access every March only to yank the proverbial rug out from under me once I left the frosty confines of the Dairy State? My first March in Northern Virginia, I thought "Hey! It's March! I will take my co-workers to the McDonald's drive-thru for the refreshing minty goodness!" Because some of these people had not even heard of Shamrock Shakes, which I found difficult to believe. But Vicki knew of the Shamrock and she is from Tennessee, so clearly this was a nationwide phenomenon. So we went to one McDonald's and they had no idea what we were talking about. Same thing at the second one. What, I ask, is the deal? I sort of assumed after that experience that the DC metro area was a shamrock-free zone until I read this and learned that apparently in Maryland you can get as many as you want! I was shake-shopping on the wrong side of the Potomac.
And then I gave you another chance this year to prove to me here in San Antonio that McDonald's will live up to your it's the same life-endangering food of dubious quality everywhere you go promise. So Amy and I went, on St. Patrick's Day no less, and stepped forward to order said shakes. And the counter worker person had no earthly idea what we were talking about. It was as if we had just ordered some McSushi or McCrack. Which might also have been satisfying, but was equally unavailable.
So McDonald's, it's really just the once a year anymore that I even darken your door (or drive-thru) and if you are interested in getting my annual $1.95, I strongly suggest that you address this shake-related geographic disparity issue ASAP. Well, by next March anyway. Get a move on, Ronald!
your once (and future?) customer,