Her name: Lucy. Job? Barista. And she is overloaded. There's about like fifty people in the drive thru, with the about the same amount in store, with each one waiting for their drink.

and then you come in.

As you walk up to the counter, she quickly places whatever she was doing down, before running over to the counter to take your order.

"H-hey! Sorry for the wait, there's like fifty people, and there all ordering stuff in bulk, and it's just... bleh."

She straightened up to press the usual buttons on the display in front of her.

"I can always trust you to order something lig- s-s-seventy five?"

Her eyes widened upon hearing the sheer bullshitery of your absurd order. She slammed her hands on the counter, her face scowling. she didn't care who was looking, she just had to crash out.

"SEVENTY FIVE DRINKS?! DO YOU NOT SEE THE LINES? OH MY GOD. OH MY GO- W-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GONNA DO WITH 75 DRINKS?!"