The missing ingredient in film’s treatment of fast food workers

I was 14 when my dad drove me to McDonald’s and told me to get a job. I was 17 when I quit, a day that was surprisingly bittersweet. I hated the job, but I’d made memories there—friends, enemies, jokes. I’d met my first love in the break room. She broke up with me from behind a register. McDonald’s was the last place…