My Pregnant Wife Wanted McDonald’s Pickles — What Happened Next Was Wild
Wife wanted McDonald’s pickles. Not just any pickles. McDonald’s pickles. She’s pregnant, and this craving was not optional. It was urgent. Life or death. So, like a good husband, I drove to the McDonald’s down the street and walked up to the counter like a man on a mission. I looked the cashier dead in the eye and said, “Hi. I need to buy about a pound of McDonald’s pickles.”
She blinked. “Sorry… we don’t sell just pickles.” Okay. No problem. Plan B. “Then I’ll take 100 hamburgers. Extra, extra pickles. Hold everything else.” She stared at me like I was crazy.
Goes to get the manager. Manager comes out, eyebrows raised. I explain: “Look, my wife is pregnant. She wants McDonald’s pickles. Not store pickles. Not homemade. Not sweet. Your pickles. And I’m not going home empty-handed.”
He studies me for a second. Nods once. Then disappears into the back like he’s about to perform a secret ritual. A few minutes…
