One evening, my wife had a sudden craving for McDonald’s pickles. Knowing how important it was to her, especially now that she was pregnant, I headed to the nearest McDonald’s hoping to buy just a container of pickles. When I asked the cashier, she politely explained that they couldn’t sell pickles on their own.
I left, feeling a mix of frustration and determination—I didn’t want to go home empty-handed. Determined to make her happy, I jokingly told the cashier, “Okay, give me 100 hamburgers with extra pickles, hold everything else.” She looked confused and went to fetch the manager. I explained the situation: “My wife is expecting, and she’s been craving McDonald’s pickles. Continue reading…
