I had gone to McDonald's across from the Miracle Mile shopping center tonight for a bite to eat, and was just on my way out the door when a man brushed in past me, rushed up to the counter, panting, and announced in a loud voice that he wanted a Shamrock Shake. The clerk answered that they were completely out of Shamrock Shakes: would he like something else? The would-be customer cursed softly but sternly, pounded his fist against the counter, turned heel and stomped out of the restaurant, flinging the doors open with a loud bang, as he went. He stormed across the parking lot, got into his SUV, slammed the door and gunned the engine, as he roared off into the night. And I was left to wonder if Meth could make one crave a Shamrock Shake. Could it? I'm just wondering.