Kathryn and I visited a McDonald’s today for the first time this trip. The store was near an autoroute just outside of Reims, France. Our order-taker was willing to pose for a photo.
She spoke nine languages, repeated our order correctly the first time, charged us the right amount, and gave us a receipt without being asked.
I don’t know this for a fact, but I assume she’s willing to work more than 40 hours a week without overtime pay and has never demanded a “living” wage.