I had another dream last night. Fresh from a dark-chocolate-with-real-orange-pieces crazed party at Becky's, I dreamt that McDonald's had a new ice-cream out called the Slurpy Sundae; rich vanilla ice-cream circled with thick and sweet tangerine sauce. I was dying to have one.
Three franchises later, my Slurpy Sundae was nowhere to be seen except on the illuminating boards behind some happy chappy's head as he hollers his welcome to McDonald's and I was very annoyed.
In my last attempt to get a Slurpy Sundae, the ice-cream machine of the said franchise broke down and I was on the verge of a nervous break down until one of the yellow shirted minions of McD offered me a free ice lemon tea as compensation.