I wonder: what if zombies attacked or a nuclear device detonated in the parking lot right this instant, I'd be trapped between the cars in the drive thru line and die at McDonalds. I'd die waiting for a $3.80 cheeseburger and beef-flavored fries that I shouldn't have been eating in the first place.
Or even if I was able to escape and survive for humanity's rebirth, I'd have the lamest story in the world. When people are reminiscing their heartfelt stories of near-death and survival, I'd have to answer that inescapable question, like when Kennedy was shot or the Twin Towers fell.
"Where were you when the zombies attacked?"
"I was at McDonalds."