When you go to an establishment where you have to order food at a counter, and they have a menu as big as a barn door on the wall, and the line is really looonnnggg, and you're standing behind a couple dressed in Fashion Outlet Mall chic outfits with 3 toddlers (also dressed in "outlet designer outfits"), the little boy is almost 3-years-old and the other two are 4-year-old twin girls; the line is moving at a glacial place and after about 20 minutes you get very near the counter to order; and the cashier asks the couple in front of you, "What can I get you all today?"'; and it is at that VERY SECOND <that VEEERRRY split second!> the Mom looks up at the barn-sized-door-menu for the very first time and says, "Well, let me see..." and starts an in depth grilling of each child, asking what they want; telling them "No, Briyanna and Brytiny (the twins) you can't have a hamburger, you've already eaten beef this month--don't you remember the hormone-free, free-range beef and veggie soup you had at the tennis club two weeks ago? How about a nice Alfalfa Sprout and Heirloom Tomato salad?"....and on, and on, and on, and on it goes--until my lunch hour is over and I have to leave and for lunch I end up with a Twix bar and a Dr Pepper from the vending machine back a the office.