A report on Contact Music that I lost the link to and am too lazy to look up says that “Rachel McAdams has a lasting reminder of her life before Hollywood, in the shape of a painful scar. McAdams worked for years at McDonalds, and will never forget where she came from.”
I worked at McDonalds for three years, with my brother and sister. Frying was tough. It was five hours of frying. I still have a scar.”
So, wait, Canadian McDonalds are filled with hotties like Rachel McAdams, but my McDonalds is staffed by the elderly, the mentally challenged, stoned runaways who couldn’t get a job at the fair and illegal aliens who rode to work on a donkey. Gee, I wonder whose service is faster.