No, I didn’t mind sitting in the Burger King drive-thru for twenty minutes while you parked next to the speaker box and haggled about prices. Really, it’s fine. It was smart of you to demand a detailed breakdown of the many, many items you ordered. I understand that Burger King isn’t a public place. It’s your restaurant. It was made just for you and your rolling battleship SUV. I should be grateful that you allowed me to come and buy food at your personal hamburger facility. Not only were you kind enough to leave some food for me after you thundered away, you even let me inhale the exhaust fumes from your vehicle while I waited. It was such a lovely aroma, better than a forest after a fresh summer rain. Thank you again for your kindness. It’s so generous of you to share the Burger King drive-thru with the rest of mankind.