Thanks for interrupting my lunch, lady.
Sure, I know it’s a public space-- one expects a certain amount of people coming and going.
I’ve really got to wonder why you decided to share this venerable fast-food establishment with me, though. You didn’t get any lunch for yourself.
Oh, I see-- the nice shiny horizontal surface appealled to you. What a good place to plunk an infant down and change a fully-loaded diaper!
No, the smell won’t bother me, after all, I’m almost four feet away. And I’m sure that a staffer will be by to disinfect that table before some does something crazy like set their food down on it.
G’bye! Have a nice day!
And it’s a good thing you didn’t use the baby-changing station that is provided. Dirty, nasty places, those.
Oh, and I hope you die of profound intestinal distress and your child goes feral. For the good of society.