If I was that rich, yet so addicted to junk food, I’d at least get higher quality junk food. My patties would be made from organic beef, in buns that don’t fall apart, with vegan cheese from that one brand that I found exactly once, can’t remember the name of but really loved (I fucking love cheese, but that one kocked out any real cheese from the cowmpetition)…
The food would come in reusable containers with non-porous surfaces that are easy and efficient to clean, delivered fresh and hot, made to order and delivered by students (cheap labour) on bikes (saves gas money), generously tipped for their express service (to incentivise continued quality service).
It’d still be cheaper than a decent meal, still be a pig move, still just as greasy and unhealthy, but at least it wouldn’t be so embarrassing. And if it really had to be McD’s, I’d pay to have it packaged into those generic foam containers that don’t make it super obvious and delivered by unbranded delivery drivers (like generic DoorDash, Uber Eats or something).
As someone on the outskirts of Data Science, probably something along the lines of “Just what the fuck does my customer actually need?”
You can’t throw buzzwords and a poorly labeled spreadsheet at me and expect me to go deep diving into a trashheap of data to magically pull a reasonable answer. “Average” has no meaning if you don’t give me anything to average over. I can’t tell you what nobody has ever recorded anywhere, because we don’t have any telepathic interfaces (and probably would get in trouble with the worker’s council if we tried to get one).
I’m sure there are many interesting questions to be debated in this field, but on the practical side, humans remain the greatest mystery.