FrapLap™ 2012

one of trixie's favourite junk-food items in the states is the mcdonald's mccafé caramel frappé. she LURVES them, and having one was tops on her "what i want to do in america" list during our recent sojurn south of the border.

on our second day in the U.S., her wish came true. we'd spotted a mcdonald's (right next to a whole foods!) and decided to pull in for some icy cool -- and delicious -- refreshment. i'd had my eye on mcd's frozen strawberry lemonade, which i'd first seen (but never had) back when mom and i were in florida. it looked like a swirly tropical delight, so that's what i wanted.

we ordered our beverages and a medium fries (so we'd have something salty to balance the sweet), then sat in one the franchise's brand new booths. we each took a sip of our respective frozen concoctions and promptly "MMmMMmmmmmm"-ed with glee. SO GOOD!

YB's favorite part of the caramel frappé is the whipped cream and caramel topping so, as she drank, she took off the rounded cup lid and started eating it with her straw.

we sat and ate and drank for a bit, and then we ran out of fries. after about three seconds of deliberation, we decided to get a second order because we each still had about 1/2 a cup of chilled goodness left to drink. "i'll get them," trix said, and headed back to the cashier.

she returned a few moments later with a small bag of fries, which she placed on the table between us. then, as she reached towards the bag to empty the fries, she accidentally connected with her unlidded cup of caramel frappé and sent its contents spilling into her lap.

i'm not exaggerating when i say i don't think i've ever seen a more horrified look on YB's face.

the whole thing seemed to happen in slow motion, yet we were powerless to stop it. so, trix wound up with pants covered in caramel-and-coffee flavoured slush and a big splattering of that precious whipped cream. it had also dropped down over the edge of the table, along her calf and right into one of her teva flip flops.

it was, in a word, messy.

thankfully, the night before, trix had purchased two new pairs of pants from eddie bauer (on sale for $10 each!), so she had something in the trunk of the car into which she could change. neither of us had packed a second pair of pants so, without those new ones, we would have otherwise had to head back to the hotel to do some laundry.

after wiping up as much of the slop as we could, trix walked (sort of bow-legged, so as to prevent wet-pant-to-leg contact as much as possible) out to the car, collected her fresh pants and then headed to the washrooms to clean herself off, change and then rinse the affected pants.

when she returned, we were finally able to laugh about it all. in fact, i was crying laughing at the memory of the expression on her face as her beloved beverage came cascading onto her lap. and it wasn't even so much the mess on the pants that was so distressing to YB -- it was actually the loss of the frappé itself… especially its most wonderful components.

easy come, easy go. (thankfully, she enjoyed two more unspilled frappés in the days that followed.)