I don't know what I did to deserve it, but I am cursed. It's the Banana curse. Never heard of it? Don't worry, I think it might be unique to me.
I don't indulge in milkshakes or the like very often, but when I do I always want the same thing: chocolate with bananas. It never seems to fail, however, that I get the short end of the banana stick. As in, they completely forget the bananas. And I, ever hopeful, keep believing that this time it will be different. And every time I am disappointed I think, "This is the last straw. I have lost my faith in milkshake-slinging enterprises." Yeah, I know. You would think I would check to make sure before I leave these cursed establishments that they did indeed put those bananas in. But I always forget and assume that surely, this time they will have remembered. It can't possibly be my lot in life to never get what I ask for. So I go on my merry way, only to reach home and clench my fists and curse the heavens when I discover NO BANANAS.
This evening's debacle is no different. It looked ok , like maybe there were some banana chunks in there. Although it did look more like a vanilla shake with some chocolate syrup on top. (PS... If I'd wanted a vanilla shake with chocolate syrup, I would have asked for it. What is your shake mixing thingamajig for, if not mixing shakes so I don't have to do it myself?) Still, I happily mixed and stirred it to a lovely chocolaty consistency, looking forward to the first banana-infused bite, but to no avail.
Now I am depressed and can't even bring myself to eat it. Plain chocolate is just so... vanilla.