Yeah, that worker is one of two in the entire restaurant. She has to take your order plus the five behind you, the drive-thru orders, make fries, bag it all up, take your monkey, clean tables, make coffee, refill the ketchup/soda/milkshake/yogurt contraptions with their various bags of sugary goo, restock counters/tables with all the varied plastic and paper geegaws, take out the trash, stock the walk-in, clean the bathrooms somebody sprayed with liquid shit, then count out and get to her other job by 3pm so she can then do it all again tomorrow. She doesn’t give a fuck what anyone orders, it’s just a blur of colors and lower back pain.

If she makes a face it’s probably the best she can do to fake a smile because you might be a secret shopper who is going to ding her points for not saying, “Welcome to McDonald’s Home of the McFlurry™ now with DoubleStuff™ Oreo™, what can I get started for you today because It Just Tastes Better!!℠” with the proper amount of obsequiousness.

There’s plenty of reasons to hate the hellscape, no reason for anon to invent some.