Back in the old days, when I worked for a living, I'd go to Wendy's one day a week. I'd take great pleasure watching the idiots in line in front of me. To them, line time was a social time. No reason to look at the menu. They'd do that when they got up to the cash register. Then they'd start trying to figure out what they wanted. Not an easy decision at all, so they'd take a few minutes. All that with the entire line waiting, sometimes not patiently.
If you paid attention, you'd learn a lot. One woman sporting a bit of weight, ordered a triple with everything. Then a biggie fries and a giant diet coke. Had to watch the calories you know. I figured I was the only pervert (I didn't live near Shugart) paying attention. Then the entire line started laughing. I was wrong, others listen. Guess that's rude.
I also learned that Arby's wasn't capable of producing chicken sandwich's. Once coming home from a gun show I was hungry. So I pulled up to their drive thru line and ordered a chicken sandwich. Simple enough. But the order girl said it would take 5 minutes. I said OK because it would take that long to get to the window. When I got up there, the clerk said it would take 5 minutes. I said it had already been 5 minutes, and a bit more. Apparently they'd given my sandwich to a walk in customer and had to cook one for me. I rudely asked what guarantee I had that I'd get that one. He had no clue. Guess that's why he was working there.
Unhappy ammo seeker