As some of my readers may know, I’m not Irish.
In a tip of the flat cap to the Irish, I picked up a “shake” at a giant hamburger chain; sadly, the minty beverage has been bastardized into a sorry mess I could barely recognize from the early days of its invention in 1970. The horrid treat was served in plastic, with whip cream and a cherry on top.
I sipped half of it and then dumped the rest down the drain when I got home.
I contemplated contacting the giant hamburger chain at their “How are we doing” toll-free number, but it didn’t seem like the best use of my time. Other disappointed nostalgic 48-year-old women have probably already written to them.
I checked my tomatoes.
This was the best green thing of the day; a little metaphorical four leaf clover.
Julie-Ann Baumer 
I almost bought one of those shakes the other day for the same nostalgic feeling. Thanks for the warning. Lots of things aren’t the way we remembered at age 9.