I'm not sure, Reine. When I went through that drive-through at Good Times, there was a lady that took my order, for two drinks. When I got to the actual window, she took my money, but the other guy, the one that said "How you doin'?", handed me one of the drinks before she handed me the other. Either it was a slow night, or perhaps I was getting some extra attention. But I didn't feel like it was in a "bad" way; I felt good about it, in fact. (I suppose they could have been collapsing in hysterics before I'd got the car as much as fifty feet away...but I've no reason to believe that.) The only disappointing thing was that I didn't get "ma'amed" like the last time I was at a drive-through. Now that would really have made my day.
I didn't pass too close to the supermarket cashier, either; as I walked in, I walked straight through the self-checkout area towards the freezers and only barely heard him greet me. Then, when I came back out, I used self-checkout. So no clue either way there.
- Amy