Him: What would you love to have today?
Me: One Bacon and Egg McGriddle sandwich, and that's everything.
Him: $2.93 at the first window.

(Pulling ahead)

Him: Ketchup with that?
Me: Nah.
Him: You know, some people like ketchup with their eggs.
Me: Yeah I know, just with the syruppy bun thing it might be gross.
Him: Look, I can't just not offer it to you and assume you don't want it.
Me: Uh, true I guess, thanks for the offer.
Him: Yeah (sarcastically).

(15 seconds of silence while my interac goes through)

Him: I mean, I guess people could ask for ketchup if they want it. But what happens if they assume it's in the bag and don't bother asking? Then they come back angry, and who looks bad? I do.
Me: Good point I suppose.

(Pulling ahead to last window)

Him again: I'm just doing my job, okay?
Me: Gotcha.

I must have been giving him some kind of weird attitude vibe, or he's the most insecure McDonald's employee of all time. Suspecting possible foul play due to resentment, I carefully inspected my McGriddle for signs of tampering. I found none.