While in my late teens, I once got the number of a girl behind the counter at McDonalds when I went in for a quarter pounder.
She was quite hot. Took her out for a date or two, did the business while getting myself a few free burgers and milkshakes along the line.
Then, I realised she was as thick as my foreskin, along with having a brother who was serving fifteen years for armed robbery.
It went sour relatively quickly after that. That's the closest I've had to working in the famous 'Golden Arches'.