I worked in fast food as a teen, and they do not keep their food under heat lamps for hours... at the end of one shift at closing time, i tried to buy the last Big Mac, but it had reached its maximum time limit under the heat lamp, and the mgr would not sell it to me... i would not let up so she finally just gave it to me... whatever didn’t sell by the time limit was tossed out...
Then he walked back a couple of steps to where a single boxed one was sitting there on the 'ready' slide, and put it in a bag and handed it over.
Considering that the kid had been leaning with crossed arms watching the indoors telly, and there was only one other customer there and no one else immediately before or behind this order, I was suspicious since nobody seemed to be in a hurry to do any work there behind the counter.
"I would like a fresh one," I told the kid.
"This IS fresh, sir," he stated. "We JUST made it."
Being dead tired, I just took the bloody bag he kept proffering and went back home.
Mistake.
The buns were soggy from condensation, the lettuce was brown dry, and wilted, and the bloody cheese had absorbed so much moisture it had turned into some type of drippy coating over a stone cold pair of very stiff patties.
Threw the thing away in disgust, since I was just too tired to go make a fuss. Never went back to that location, and ever since then I always keep a close eye on the 'cook' staff to make sure no further unpleasantries occurred.