I wish I had the balls to have photographed the French fry scoop, as it was coated in no doubt years and years of crumbs and grease, but sadly I didn’t want to interrupt the flow of the checkout person.
I was simultaneously disgusted yet drawn to it. I did, however, notice this delightful “MUZAK” machine perched precariously over the trash/tray return station. I had no idea muzak was an actual device. I ordered a deconstructed chicken biscuit chicken strips, which I of course coated in Cajun spices.