So a McDonald's is generally a McDonald's, right? You know what to expect, and quality isn't the first thing you're going for. So I'm standing in line and watching this young man in the back making food. He raises his gloved hand to his face and wipes his nose with the back of his hand. He then walks forward. I maintain direct eye contact with him and he with me. I continue the stare down, and he begrudgingly turns, walks further back, throws away the old gloves, washes his hands, and puts on new gloves. I maintain my stare never looking away. He again locks eyes with me and walks toward the burger production area. It felt like a long time of starring but was probably only 30 seconds to a minute. He was not happy with the look on my face and the unspoken calling-out of nose wiping activities.
The counters were dirty and sticky, and they were a bit backed-up for 7:40 p.m. on a Saturday. I got about what I expected.