I worked at a fast-paced burger and dog joint in northern NJ. During lunch, the place would get mobbed. There were about 7 or 8 employees working the counters taking orders from the customers. “Three dogs, one with onions, one with chili and cheese, one plain, 2 burgers, 3 fries, 2 large cokes, 1small root beer, 1 birch beer. You barked out the order to the cooks, all the while figuring out the tab in your head like that (snaps his fingers). Usually, by the time you gave the customer his change, the food was up. The entire work area was a square about 15 x 15 and to top it all off you all shared a single cash register. You never saw 7 or 8 people work so fast, ducking, bobbing and weaving like some junk food ballet. It was organized chaos, it was fun, it was entertaining (people came just to watch). This scene would last from 11:30 to 2:00 every day, tapering off till it picked back up for dinner.
Young people have no idea what it means to work in the fast food industry.