Yeah, and have them spit in it because they all hate customers,

Maybe you shouldn’t be ordering there at all then.

I’ve worked in fast food, and you sir, are an asshole. I’ve seen your type and you exude asshole from the moment you walk into the building. They know you’re an asshole before you even order, they don’t need to wait until you ask for a replacement to find out.

Nobody is out to get you.

You know why?

Cause you don’t matter.

You know what, yeah you’re basically right.

There’s no basis of trust with the public. There was a time when you’d go downtown and the hardware store was owned by the guy who lived across the street from you, the clerk at the grocery store was your friend’s son, the lawyer your mother worked for as a secretary came in to your office to add a new car to his insurance policy. There were communities, you knew each other, you grew up together. There was room for benefit of the doubt.

Now I live in one of the houses on one of the streets in a residential zoned area along with ten thousand interlopers who have gathered here around a collection of national chain retail stores to build tall fences along property borders and sit inside and stream one of the same five shows in solitude. Everyone is a stranger and thus everyone is a threat and you might as well destroy someone at the first tiny sign of any issue because strangers are perfectly replaceable.

The workers would be fired if they did that. They’re not risking a job they might seriously need just to spite a single asshole customer. If that were the case no restaurant would still be open.