It must be frustrating to be a drive-thru employee. Constantly coming in contact with people high off their gourds looking to satisfy their munchies with a bucket of chicken, while you cater to them under those impossible heat lamps, sober and sad. It’s like being the designated driver at a party where all your friends are getting turnt. So do I understand why this Popeye’s employee wanted a taste of what life is like on the other side of the window? Of course. Would I advise against taking two tabs of acid before the shift? Yes, as well. Because you can tell by this dude’s enthusiasm that he’s a hard-working employee, but I guess enthusiasm doesn’t help you do your job when you think you’re being chased by a herd of baby unicorns.