Funny story. They call me often to do my local shop so I do it for $18 or $14 if I'm feeling generous. As I'm entering last nite for dinner, I see the manager walk out to go home. I say hi to him and he gets startled, turns around and runs to the back and whispers in the assistant manager's ear. Then he exits and smiles at me and says "Enjoy." I order my little little burger and Coke, pay, get my order number and wouldn;t you know, I get the meal in 90 seconds flat delivered right to the table. The ass mgr then takes my cup and gets me a Coke and fills up a ketchup thingy. I'm confident they know I'm a shopper. Why would they bump someone else's burger to get mine faster? Oddly, one day the manager sits next to me and starts telling me his life story. He says that he has to make sure everyone is treated like they're their only customer because "shoppers" dine there all the time and they get bonuses based on the reports. I said, "Really? sounds like a good gig." Then I told him that I got a check for $2000 to shop Western Union , sounded like a scam. We both laughed and I left. Wonder if my photo is plastered in the back room?