Derek woke up with a singular craving: a thick, creamy chocolate milkshake from McDonald’s. It was the kind of craving that demanded immediate attention, overriding any semblance of rational thought. With determination in his heart and a rumble in his stomach, Derek set out on his quest for the perfect milkshake.
His first stop was the McDonald’s just down the street from his apartment. As he approached the golden arches, his anticipation grew. But alas, his hopes were dashed when he saw the dreaded sign plastered on the drive-thru menu: “Sorry, our milkshake machine is currently out of order.” Derek sighed heavily, feeling the weight of disappointment settle upon him like a wet blanket.
Undeterred, Derek decided to try his luck at another McDonald’s location across town. Surely, lightning wouldn’t strike twice in the same day, right? Wrong. As he pulled into the parking lot, his heart sank as he read the all-too-familiar message on the digital display: “Milkshake machine down for maintenance.” Derek couldn’t believe his misfortune. Was this some cosmic conspiracy against his milkshake dreams?
Refusing to give up, Derek embarked on a whirlwind tour of every McDonald’s in the city, each one met with the same tragic fate. Broken milkshake machines seemed to follow him like a curse, mocking his desire for sweet, chocolaty bliss. He began to question his sanity. Was he trapped in some surreal nightmare where milkshakes were forever out of reach?
After what felt like an eternity of fruitless searching, Derek found himself at the last McDonald’s on his list. With a mixture of desperation and resignation, he approached the drive-thru window and placed his order, fully expecting the inevitable rejection. But to his astonishment, the cashier’s response was not what he anticipated.
“Sir, would you like a milkshake with that?” the cashier asked cheerfully.
Derek’s heart skipped a beat. Was he hearing things? Had he finally lost his mind?
“Um, yes, please,” Derek stammered, hardly daring to believe his luck.
Moments later, he was handed a large, frosty cup filled with the chocolatey goodness he had been craving all day. Derek felt a surge of elation wash over him as he took his first sip, savoring that creamy mouthful as if it were the nectar of the gods. It was everything he had hoped for and more.
As he drove home with his precious cargo, Derek couldn’t help but reflect on the absurdity of his quest. What started as a simple craving had turned into a comedic odyssey of epic proportions. He chuckled to himself, realizing that sometimes the journey was just as important as the destination, even if that destination was a McDonald’s milkshake.
As Derek got out of his car he lost his footing and the milkshake fell from his hands. In slow motion he watched it fall, hitting the floor. The lid came off and the milkshake he had gone running all over town to purchase splashed across the concrete. Derek dropped to the floor, his knees covered in the milky fluid and screamed.
Derek’s milkshake hadn’t brought all the boys to the yard. In fact it was now spilt all over the yard. Derek was devastated.
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