THEY DON'T WEAR GLOVES.
I watched a lanky kid behind the counter scratch his face then shove some stray fries into their container with the same bare face-scratching hands. I was mildly grossed out. Then I realized the fries belonged to me. Now we're beyond mild.
This is ready-to-eat food. Being exposed to all the face-scratching, sneezing, money-handling, and other random contaminants out there. I wanted salt, not Hepatitis A seasoning my fries
So I did the unthinkable. I brought it up. And when I did, I was told glove-wearing is a manager's choice. Well, going there is a customer's choice, so I'll definitely be finding my dinner elsewhere. Disgusting.