I went to McDonald's. My husband wanted a couple of double cheeseburgers. Unknown to me, the place was under renovation. The play place was torn down, the lot was torn up, and all four walls were surrounded by scaffolding. There were traffic cones, but it was not clear where the line was. I wondered why people on foot, wearing safety vests, boots, and hardhats were walking up to the window of the store and being served while I waited in line. I saw debris falling from the work being done above by workers on scaffolding, onto people below, wearing hardhats. Then, I realized that these people were team members.
There was no speaker or menu board. Twenty some minutes after joining what I thought was the line, my order was finally taken by a guy who approached my car. He was wearing a headset. For payment, I verbally provided my credit card number. I was handed a receipt by the order taker. I was wearing a mask and gloves and had sanitizer in the console. He was wearing a mask. The receipt was wrong from the get go. After paying and receiving the receipt, I told the order taker that it was not my order. He directed me to pull forward to the next person.
I told her that the receipt was not what I ordered. Fast forward after the next several minutes of clearing things up. Bottom line is that whatever the associates were being paid, working outside in ninety-plus degrees, while building particles falling from above rained down on them and their hardhats, was not enough.