The girl hands me my lunch and says, “How are you doing sir thanks for waiting here’s your order bye.”

“Too fast. I didn’t even tell you how I’m doing yet.”

I’m at the Carl’s Jr. drive-thru, and in keeping with the time-honored fast food tradition of having the person with the worst command of the English language and/or the most unintelligible accent work the drive-thru, the guy says, “Welcome to Carl’s Jr. Would you like to try [unintelligible] patty [unintelligible]?”

“What?”

“Welcome to Carl’s Jr. . . .”