Anyone else remember the first time you got to order from the car? I don’t remember doing it until I was sixteen, with a driver’s license and all my friends wanted to go to McDonalds. Yay. Let’s go. What a rite of passage, shouting “THREE QUARTER POUNDERS, FIVE FRIES, AND TWO COKES… AND… HANG ON, ONE COKE, ONE DOCTOR PEPPER… WHAT? NO…” into the faceless box for the first time.