You’ve been there before. Whether at an ice cream shop, quick-serve restaurant or snow-cone stand, we’ve all felt the pressure of deciding what to order while waiting in line for food. The following is our account of the inner workings that go into making that all too important final decision.
You peruse the cutesy menu written in chalk above the counter while simultaneously guesstimating how much time you have before you order. At first the line seems like it will never end, but before you realize it, you’ll be begging for just one more minute to decide.
Okay, what am I in the mood for? What. Am. I. In the mood for? Hmm.
Sweet Corn?! Cantaloupe?! Interesting flavors, but I think I should try something more basic for my first time. So what else is there? And besides the flavors, do I get a shake? Cone? Bowl?
Wait? What?! There’s a weekly specials menu too!?
Choice overload begins to reach paralyzing levels.
Whoa! They have boozy ice cream too?! Dear Lord this place is magical!
Surveying the line again, you realize you’re two spots from touching glass at the display counter. Anxiety and excitement set in as the final decision looms.
Okay, I’ve narrowed it down to Vanilla Salted Caramel and Tiramisu. I’m feeling confident.
A wave of relief washes over. You begin to relax and start judging people on their orders.
You come all this way and you get Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough? Please! Quit wasting everyone’s time and just go to DQ already. Amateurs!
You are now one spot away. Your inner fat kid is doing a happy dance and Huey Lewis and the News’ “It’s Hip to Be Square” starts playing in your head. But one obstacle now stands in your way … The Indecisive Customer.
What is this guy doing. Really? You need to sample a fifth flavor?! And you and your wife are just NOW strategizing on flavors so you can share each other’s selections. She doesn’t want Double Chocolate Fudge? Well too bad!
I swear I’m gonna slit your throat and make my own ice cream bowl in your head. Okay, get a grip, you’ll be savoring your final selections in a minute. Shit, I hope I didn’t say any of that out loud. Who cares! We are all thinking the same thing.
It’s been what seemed like an eternity and an emotional roller coaster that’s left you drained. You feel like you need to talk to someone about what just happened but none of that matters, because it’s your turn.
You blankly stare into the eyes of the cashier who is ready to take your order.
Umm what the hell did I want again … ?