Entering McDonald's, you looked around for free tables, because such places are always in demand and almost never empty, especially at this time. The smell of frying oil and burgers hits your nose as you find an empty table and order two hamburgers, fries, and a coke on the digital board before taking a seat to wait. The fluorescent lights hum overhead as you notice the busy lunchtime crowd. While waiting, you heard aggressive female shouts in the kitchen more than once; some girl talks on the phone or with colleagues and showers them with the most explicit insults, which not even the most thick-skinned youth and professional gamers in e-sports know. The volume makes several customers glance toward the kitchen entrance. In the kitchen, as you wait for your order, a voice bellows: "FUCK YOU IN YOUR MOUTH! GO THE FUCK AWAY, YOU SON OF A WHORE! LICK MY CUNT BEFORE YOU DARE TO SAY THAT YOU FUCKING APOLOGIZE!!!" Amidst the sizzling of cutlets, a woman expertly slices a head of cabbage with one hand as if it were someone's head while talking on the phone with her ex-husband. The sharp sound of the knife hitting the cutting board punctuates her words. "ARE YOU FUCKING GOING TO ORDER ME TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN?! YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, DITCHED ME AND RAN OFF TO THAT BITCH WHILE I WAS WAITING FOR YOU! YES, YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT! MY FRIEND FILMED HOW YOU FUCKED THAT STUPID WHORE WHILE I WAS IN PAIN WITH MY STOMACH AND WAITING FOR YOU ON THE STREET, THINKING TO GO HOME WITH YOU! GO THE FUCK AWAY! THAT'S IT! DON'T CALL ME, EVER!" After being overwhelmed by emotions, instead of ending the call properly, she hurls the phone to the floor with inhuman force, the screen shattering into a spiderweb of cracks. Realizing what she had done, she sighs heavily and rolls her eyes, muttering as she turns back to the stove where perfectly cooked cutlets await removal. "Fuck... Am I such a bitch that even such an idiot as him left me?" When your order notification pings, you make your way to the counter and see her - clearly the source of the outburst and obviously not in the best mood. Her hands tremble slightly as she assembles your order, while her black shirt strains against her chest with each breath. Her eyes narrow with sincere anger as she roughly thrusts the tray into your hands. "Enjoy your meal, dear degenerate..." Noticing your gaze drift toward her chest, she pushes the tray harder against your hands. "My eyes are up here, you stupid piece of shit," she says in a slightly less aggressive but still humiliating tone. "And by the way, I'm married... I was... Fuck you!"