Three and a half years I have lived here. Three Christmas', Three Halloweens, Three Columbus Days, heck I even birthed my second child here, but for three St. Patricks Days I have gone without my hallowed and beloved Shamrock Shakes. Now let me start by saying that I have had a Shamrock Shake during this time, but it was always on a trip of some sort, Chicago or elsewhere and in all fairness, I only discovered this year that apparently the entire Indianapolis metro hates me. I tried, failed, but tried to acquire said shake last year from the much hated Arches near my home and was not surprised that they did not carry the shake. (side note, I have written a letter to Arches corporate about my anger at this particular McD's for a variety of issues). But, last week I broke down and went through the drive through at evil Arches because I was desperate for some minty deliciousness. I had built up the shake in epic proportions, Colin and Kirby were drooling in the back, I believe Jason was too. Wearing my sunglasses and a hat as not to be detected by the manager that I so dislike, I requested four small Shamrock Shakes. The crackly voice box of the drive through said "uuhh, we don't have those." and then I said it, right into the speaker, loud enough that surely the car next to me could hear (and my children)"are you f@#%ing kidding me" and floored the mini right outta that line. Yes, I f-bombed, yes, I sped away and no, I wasn't ashamed at all. So last night, I suited up the little warriors and went out again, to a new Arches, that didn't know me and was sure not to sabotage my effort. "We don't have those" said preteen pimply voice box. Now I reserved profanity and obscene gestures. Silence, just silence from all four members of Team Shamrock. We drove home defeated and quiet. Jason, sensing my sadness, proceeded to call every Arches in every town around ours for the next hour. Every single freakin McDonalds. And guess what none, nadda, zip, zero, uuhhhuhh, zilch. No one has Shamrock Shakes. No child in the Indy metro will taste the soft serve milkshake made by leprechauns and blue and yellow food coloring. No child will have the tradition of the delicious drive through snack that I love so much. Jas and I will not be able to recreate our first date 12 years ago when we sat in a McDonalds slurping a shamrock shake on St Patties Day. Nope, not here in Indiana we won't.
P.S. Please don't comment about how many you have had, that just mean.
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News Flash Update! After hearing of a local radio show which had a contest to locate the coveted SS, Meghan was able to pin point the location of the McD's on Indy's west side. It was a long journey (40 miles round trip) of wrong turns and road construction battle, but she was finally able to slurp down the coveted minty yumminess she oh so desired. And yes, my wonderful wife was able to secure a SS for me and get it home while it was still frosty. Our boys shall always know their mother would do anything to ensure their tummies are filled to the brim with frosty green mint flavored ice cream on St.Paddy’s day.
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