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In a busy cafeteria, I don’t like sitting at a table to hold it while someone goes up to order the food.

It’s a gripe of mine, along with people who stand at the top of escalators or folks who use their mobile phones at cash machines.

But I appreciate that having a family means putting ourselves before others because either a) everyone will understand, or b) fuck ‘em.

So in order to keep my principles intact, wife and kids get a table while I go up, armed with guidelines as to who wants what unless they’ve got the stuff in which case that’s fine except if it’s like the thing at the other place, then just get two of what I’m having but not for the kids who are happy with the usual. I think.

When I place the order, having second-guessed every outcome, the person asks some routine questions about side-dish options or types of bread and I have to signal to the seating area.

While I’m trying to mime “potato salad” to my wife, there is a growing herd of irate would-be diners behind me. Every question from behind the counter involves me trying to get an answer from my wife until it looks like I am attempting to help the staff instead of the other way around.

Previously (that was that):
Other ways in which I am not cool
Cool songs by uncool people
Cool Week

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