My pregnant wife had one urgent craving: McDonald’s pickles. Not store-bought, not homemade — McDonald’s. So I drove to the nearest location and asked the cashier if I could buy a pound of just pickles. She said no. So I calmly requested 100 hamburgers — extra pickles, no other ingredients. She called the manager. I explained the situation: my wife was expecting, and I wasn’t leaving without those exact pickles. The manager paused, nodded, and disappeared into the back. A few minutes later… mission accomplished.
