Here is my best fast-food lunch story, which is typical of all of them for the most part (because I don't go to McDonald's):
So there I was, hungry, around lunch time. It was raining. Decided to go to Chick-fil-a. Two employees with umbrellas were escorting people to and from their vehicles so they would stay dry. There was a decent sized line inside. After about 3 minutes of waiting it was my turn. As I go to place an order the guy behind me says, "I got his" and points at me (I'm in uniform). Before I can even get done thanking him after placing my order, the food is ready, and it's hot. And what I ordered. I sat down to eat at a clean table. A few minutes later an employee asks me if I need a refill on my drink or any sauces. When I go to leave one of the umbrella employees asks if I would like him to walk with me to my car.
Sadly no bums, hookers, techno ravers, or weird old people.