Imagine strolling into a Wendy's, where the cleanliness score is teetering on the edge, just a couple of oil spills shy of nosediving into the 'health hazard' zone. Meanwhile, a brigade of acne-adorned teens, for whom the concept of 'hygiene' is as alien as quantum physics, are gleefully juggling your burgers like circus performers. It's a scene so surreal, you half expect a health inspector to burst in and put the place out of its misery.