She's thinking about that as she sits in her car in a restaurant parking spot, looking at the cold hamburger and the cold french fries she had just received a few minutes ago from the drive-thru window. She'd just gotten off work and planned a quick bite to eat before she went home because she was going to meet up with her mother and sister to go see their other sister, who had a broken ankle.
At first, she was furious and disgusted when she saw how her food was, but now, she's only disgusted and cautious. What if she drove back to the window and told them about it? What if they gave her a hard time and didn't refund her money? She had observed that most of the workers inside were young people and not very friendly looking. What if she got real upset and one of the workers got out their phone and started recording her? What if she still couldn't control her emotions? What if someone found out her name? Twitter, YouTube, and all the rest would possibly have a field day with that. And she knew her weight, clothes, and hair would be made fun of, as well. She's seen those videos. She'd get her fifteen minutes of shame. A real *that name!* Of course, she would be a *that name!* How funny!
She didn't need that. She sadly just decided to forget it, throw the bad food in a dumpster, and go home. As she drove away, tears started falling down her face. Another *that name* thing to do, she guessed.