There’s a worker at the drive thru by my office. Big dyke with short purple hair. For some reason she likes me. When I order at the speaker she greets me all happily, asks how I’m doing, etc… when I get to the window I feel a little guilty because if she/he really knew me it would hate my guts.go through the drive thru at the one on coastal highway at least 2x per month. never any problems....
And she drives a Subaru Outback, verified.



