Dear McDonalds drive-thru workers,
do not tell me to pull up to the first window, and then have no one there. Do not, then, commence to scream at me to pull forward from the second window around the corner and twenty feet away. Do not then, when I pull up and cheerfully apologize, stare at me oddly the whole time and be vaguely rude during our transaction.
And you made the salad all wrong and didn't give me any of the extras I asked for.