The woman at the drive-through window was not amused with our right-hand drive antics.
“Hi, how are you?” she said through the little speaker by the passenger window.
“Um, hi, good thanks. Can you talk a little bit louder because I’m on the wrong side of the car?”
Stupid story short, I managed to get a disgusting cheeseburger via the drive-through window even though I was in a right-hand drive car. RHD: 1. Drive-through: 0.