NorCal in a Nutshell

This weekend, as Andrew and I drove through the bad part of Roseville (by “bad” I mean the suburban sprawly part), we saw something that seems to capture Roseville—indeed, much of NorCal—in a nutshell:

We saw a bright red Ferrari going through the drive-through of a Carl’s Jr.

For readers not from California, Carl’s Jr. is a grammatically suspect fast-food chain here that Andrew and I revile for its hideous commercials that usually feature people eating Carl’s Jr. hamburgers in a sloppy, disturbing, disgusting fashion. I also revile it for that grating, perhaps misplaced apostrophe. Shouldn’t it be Carl Jr.’s? I could refer to my Chicago Manual of Style, but I think instead I’ll just continue to be annoyed by it.