I used to love the human element of dining out—the back-and-forth with a server, the slight upsell on dessert, that knowing glance when they'd suggest something amazing. Now? It's all buttons and touchscreens staring blankly at me. "Customize Your Bun?" Sure, if I wanted to build a carb-based monument to my own loneliness. And don't get me started on those digital kiosks at chain spots—nothing kills an appetite faster than being upsold by a robot with a dead-eyed "WOULD YOU LIKE TO ADD A SIDE FOR $4.99?" vibe. At least with a human, I could've guilt-tripped them into throwing in free fries. Enjoy your sad little screen-induced sadness.