Then, I thought, okay she strikes me a lonely person.

She's lonely with good reason; she's dithering and oblivious.

I am totally one of those annoyingly indecisive orderers. Sorry. I do try to stand back and allow other people to order while I peruse the menu and internally debate, at least.

Thanks for the 5-pt confidence, guys. I have plenty of time to figure out how to study for the next one, anyway. And perhaps one of my other paths to employment will work out meanwhile. That is certainly a thing that could happen.

Totally, but no less worthy of my compassion. I'll never get in line behind her again, mind you.

Oops, sorry to talk over you -t...my response was to David.

Fleas might be from eggs brought inside on your shoes. My indoor only cat used to get wicked fleas when I lived in a carpeted apartment bldg that also houses lots of dogs.

And I know I'm way WAY behind, but I had mixed results with taking cats outside on a harness/leash. My older fraidy cat went instantly pancake every time so I gave up. The younger cat, OTOH, initially tried frantically to get out of the harness but as soon as I picked him up and took him OutSide he warmed to the thing. After a few months he would knock the harness and leash off the shelf and look up at me expectantly when he wanted to go Out and sniff things. There was never walking, per se, more slowly investigating a small area and occasionally running up the side of a large tree (leash made it way easier to get him down) but then we had to curtail those outings when an unleashed dog tried to eat him and my poor cat couldn't even run away because he was leashed. Cat held his own, opened the dog's nose, but he was seriously freaked out and didn't seem excited about OutSide until years later. And now I have a fenced backyard so he can go out once a week and eat grass and hoark it up and sniff Things without needing to be leashed.

Hey! I'm dithering and oblivious! Hmph.

Hey! I'm dithering and oblivious! Hmph.

Get out of my burrito line.

Hey, hey, now. Don't be mean; we don't have to be mean, cuz, remember, no matter where you go, there you are.

t /Buckaroo Banzai

eta: oh lordy, I called Buckaroo an artfully pruned tree...somebody take my geek card away.

Honestly though, I've surely been guilty of dithering now and then.

Truth is, I would probably enjoy my food orders more if I WAS more choosy.

My general response is, this is what you've got? Great. Don't bother wrapping it, just shove it in my piehole.

Don't be mean; we don't have to be mean, cuz, remember, no matter where you go, there you are.

There you are made to go to the back of the end of the burrito line and wear the cone of shame.

Look I'm not saying that anybody that dithers at the front of the burrito line is morally corrupt, spiritually bankrupt and in need of a round of public shaming involving catcalls and laser intensity glares. But if I did say that, it would be true.

There you are made to go to the back of the end of the burrito line and wear the cone of shame.

Okay, this made me snort out loud.