at least let me have my coffee before I have to answer questions

I go to my local McDonalds once a week or so with my dog Jake. My trip is always combined with other errands. I always get one or two "McDoubles". This is a $1. cheeseburger. I never get a drink. So my bill is either$1.06 or $2.12. I eat the meat out of the burger. Jake eats half of the bread, and the rest is thrown away. I always have diet coke and water in the truck. Jake goes nuts when I tell him we're going for a ride. He goes outside and literally runs in circles. When I go to a drive thru there can be no other cars in sight. But when I pull into the restaurant 2 or 3 cars will appear from nowhere and somehow be in front of me. Then one of the cars will spend a long time ordering because he is buying the food for a family reunion of 500 people. Carts and shopping bags full of food are carried out to him. And 500 drinks are passed one by one through his window and into his hand. Jake doesn't mind waiting. Then ironically, when I get my order and drive away, there is never anyone behind me. So if I would have shown up at that moment.... no waiting. I'm used to this. It happens every time. It doesn't bother me at all. But there is something that does bother me. It's when I pull up to the "speaker". Before I can place my order, I must answer a question. "Welcome to McDonalds. Would you like to try our new angus burger?" Does anybody else just hate this? I want to scream at the person waiting on me. But you can't do that. They will spit in your food. And it's not the employees fault. They are told what to say. This making you answer a question also happens at "Outback" and at "Red Robin". Before you can even order your drinks, you must answer the question: "Have you ever been to Red Lobster before?". This is so inane that I want to say something flippant like: "yes I have been here before, but the rules are so important and complicated that you better go over them again, especially what to do in the event of thermonuclear war." But I don't dare be flippant, because of the spitting (or worse) into the food! Just about a week ago my wife and I were in the Giant Food grocery store in Easton. At the checkout, the nice pretty lady said "Do your know about our points system we have with Shell gas stations?". The geezer inside of me took over and politely answered the question. "I'm sure it's great. I don't feel like hearing about it right now. Could I hear about it another time?" She gave me a funny look, but said "OK". And I didn't have to worry about the "spitting or worse". LLITTY. ::::+::::