Enact some holy wrath at McDonnald's

The answer seemed obvious.

She had seen the problem here and God wanted her to begin her crusade here. The sinners wouldn't know what hit them! She thought as she turned around and headed back in the door scowling at the dirty girl with the skateboard as she passed.

For a moment she stood there in the open door way like a gunslinger surveying the saloon in one of those old movies. If there was a piano playing it would have stopped. As it was the girl behind the counter just rolled her eyes slightly.

So, who should she start with, she wondered as she made her way into the store. The couple in the booth were still making out, completely oblivious to the fact that they were being judged in an old testament fashion.

The bikini-clad sluts had gotten their food and had taken a booth towards the back of the room and were now chattering and giggling, probably about something lustful.

The lesbian couple were seated at a table talking and splitting an order of french fries while holding hands completely contrary to God's commandments.

And finally there was the girl behind the counter in the tight-fitting uniform who had a friendly smile frozen on her face.

So many options on where to start, who does Mrs. Templeton decide should feel God's wrath?