One reason: THE COKE
Hi, my name is Beth and I'm a Coke addict. Seriously, I have a disease. How is it that just one sip of a McDonald's coke can bring my world back into harmony? For some people it's drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, coffee, whatever...but for me it is that gloriously carbonated, crazy caffeinated, high fructose corn syrup filled, lovely, icy beverage from McDonald's. Theirs just tastes the best to me.
You know what my version of hell is? Diet Coke. I HATE when I order a REGULAR coke, and they give me DIET. And not only that, but I'm halfway out the drive thru with both kids in the car before I taste it...and it's freakin' diet. Then I have to decide...do I park the car and haul both kids into the place to get it right? Do I go back through long line at the drive thru? Do I have time to actually do this and still make it wherever I'm trying to go? A rational person would just keep driving and not drink it. I, however, have a mini panic attack trying to figure out how to right this MAJOR wrong. They do it ALL the time at my McDonald's...and that is why this is a love/hate relationship.
In all relationships you learn something...
My lesson learned? Drink the coke BEFORE you pull away and make sure it's right.
(This post is dedicated to my good friend Christy...who knows EXACTLY what I'm talking about)