“How may I take your order?” The McDonald’s worker looked at you with a frown— Looks like it’s been a rough day.

Blond hair, blond eyebrows, and a seemingly never changing scowl. Fixing his expression, he cleared his throat to get your attention.

“May I take your order?” He repeated, a smile on his face this time. It seemed forced, considering the veins popping out of his forehead.