You're going to get a #5--the grilled chicken sandwhich with tomato and lettuce. Looks so good and juicy and it sounds perfect. Tina, who's name you know only because you see the outlines of her worn out name tag as you approach the register, smiles politely but not enthusiastically and asks, "What can I get for you today?" You are about to say a #5, the thing you thought you wanted all along, the reason you've been standing in line for 8 minutes counting the number of times the ice machine has turned on.
But then...you see something else on the menu. And suddenly you feel like a burger...or...a salad. Ahh, hmmm...yeah. A salad is more healthy--maybe a crispy chicken salad. And the bacon cheeseburger looks good. Haven't had one of those for a while. The grilled chicken sandwhich you thought you wanted the most suddenly isn't what you want the most. Or... is it? You're only having doubts because you are about to order and make the $6.26 cent decision. And the person behind you is tapping her Sasquatch size foot..tap...tap...tap
That, in a nutshell, is my life right now. Except, the restaurant is inside a semi truck careening towards a 3,338 foot cliff and I have to steer, and order, and cook the food. At the same time. One of the tires is flat, there's a techno song blaring in prestissimo with the synthesizer beating faster and faster and faster and...to top it all of...Tina (and the drink lady, Faye) doesn't really seem to like me...
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Dave, I thought I was the only one that had problems making up my mind to order. I'm just impressed that you have worked hard in your life to have so many choices. Maybe at this point you should order the sample meal. Sample it all and gain a few pounds and as Pres. Hinckley says enjoy the ride.
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