Not the Proper Mood

There is a Wendy's by my work that plays classy music. And by "classy" I mean the kind of stuff you can expect to hear during Sunday brunch at a ritzy hotel. A quiet, sunny terrace with a light breeze and some birds chirping in the background. On the table, some thick Belgian waffles and fresh fruit with a hot tea. Or perhaps une limonade. You talk with your sweetheart about the day's activity plans.

But instead, you have loud middle-aged businessmen talking on their Bluetooth headsets. There is the beep coming from the timer on the computers telling the workers that the order has taken more than two minutes. There is a child nagging mommy for a Frosty, and the trio of Mexicans across the aisle are conversing loudly in Spanish. Even without all this noise, the music doesn't exactly put you in the mood for a "Baconator" does it?