I'm so used to getting shitty half assed service when I get late night fast food, that I really don't know how to process this.
When I got to the drive thru order box, the clerk was polite and courteous, using customer service verbiage that I had just assumed went the way of the dinosaurs. When I pulled up to the window she asked if it was ok if I pulled up to the front and waited another 5 minutes for fresher food. Of course that's ok!
After only waiting about a minute up front, the clerk ran (RAN) to my car with my food. The entire order was correct and hot. As my mouth was hanging open in surprise, she wished me a good night.
The service was so good that I didn't even trust it. Seemed especially suspicious. If this was a bad sitcom, I'd be waking up out of a dream.
The clerk's name was Heather. Give her a raise.