OK! This cooks it! That’s probably the wrong exclamation. How about OK that does it? Next will probably be burgers cooked in Omaha, flash frozen, delivered to the local McDonald’s then simply —zapped — in the microwave for me to eat.

Half the damn things I eat now are anyway, might as well make ‘em all that way.

Anyway, now you don’t to see who is taking your order. Your in Podunk their in Beijing. (That’s next).

“Would you like your Coke and orange juice medium or large?” Ms. Vargas said into her headset to an unseen woman who was ordering breakfast from a drive-through line. She did not neglect the small details —”You Must Ask for Condiments,” a sign next to her computer terminal instructs — and wished the woman a wonderful day.

What made the $12.08 transaction remarkable was that the customer was not just outside Ms. Vargas’s workplace here on California’s central coast. She was at a McDonald’s in Honolulu. And within a two-minute span Ms. Vargas had also taken orders from drive-through windows in Gulfport, Miss., and Gillette, Wyo.