I can’t stop thinking about this picture.
Imagine going to a restaurant and the person serving you looks ready to do open-heart surgery. Wouldn’t that make you stop and reassess your choices? Would it make you at least a little bit nervous and concerned about your wellbeing? Would you worry about the wellbeing of the person who has to go through that much trouble just to bring you a burger? How could you not wonder if the environment you’re sitting in is, I dunno, dangerous?
Suspension of disbelief is a powerful thing, and while I’m sure the people eating in this restaurant are employing that to help them feel at ease, I’m pretty sure what’s really at work here is a massive goddamned sense of entitlement.