Last-chance Cone

The last time we drove thru and ordered at a McDonald's we frequent, the ice cream cones were a disappointment. The ice cream was pale yellow, firm to the bite and rather creamiless in taste. Before we had even exited the parking lot, Ken's ice cream ball had fallen out of its cone socket and onto his lap. Tonight as we pulled into the drive-thru, Ken said he'd give this particular Mickie D's one more chance. It was almost like they heard. We received the granddaddies of ice cream cones, the tallest regulars we had ever laid eyes on and the whitest, creamiest cream swirls we had ever laid tongue on. Of course, we (I mean they at that McDonald's) are back in business!