so i was driving past my local mcdonalds this evening and decided that i deserved a tasty ice cream treat.  it’s been months since i last had an ice cream cone and i thought “why the hell not?”

the problem is that the mcdonalds i was driving past is notorious for bad service.  i regularly get screwed up orders, long waits, and other general weirdness.  i knew this, but decided to give it a shot anyway.  when you get a craving for an ice cream cone, you gotta answer that call.

so, i pull into the drive thru and ask for an ice cream cone.

“sorry, we don’t have any ice cream.”

huh.  okay.  how about a sundae?

“no sundaes.”

milkshake?

“no sir.”

oh well, the machine must be broken.  disappointed, i start reversing out of the drive thru to get myself turned around and on my way.  as i’m reversing, i hear someone yelling “SIR!  SIR!”

a mcdonalds employee who was outside on a smoke break is hailing me and my car.

“IS EVERYTHING OKAY?  IS SOMETHING WRONG?” he shouts at me.

“No ice cream!” I shout back.

He has this shocked look on his face.  “oh SIR, we DEFINITELY have ice cream.  get back in the drive thru.  hang on!”

I see him go towards the door, open it and yell inside:

“HEY!  HEY!  STOP TELLING PEOPLE WE DON’T HAVE ANY ICE CREAM.”

he was right.  three minutes later, i’m eating an ice cream cone.  as i drive past the guy on my way out, i hold my ice cream cone out the window in a strange salute and he says “have a blessed day!”

it’s a rare thing to have a mcdonalds employee passionately defending your right to have an ice cream cone, but i accepted this man’s role as my ice cream-related guardian angel.

as i drove away, pondering my guardian angel, i never thought to ask why the other employees were lying about there being no ice cream.  i decided that would ruin the narrative of my otherwise perfect guardian angel ice cream moment.

i hope the next time you get a craving for an ice cream cone, you have a guardian angel looking out for YOU.