Pick Your Poison

I haven't done much with this lately. Perhaps it's because I've been frantically getting everything organized for a holiday that, at this juncture, I'm simply not in the mood. Or perhaps it's because I have a bazillion things to plan for a Christmas program at my church, which seems to be an ever evolving experience that I'm sure I WON'T be planning next year.

Whatever it is, I realize I've become very short-tempered. Perhaps it's a little too much so. But, when I reflect on all the times I happen to go to the donut shop around the corner for my morning vat of java, the same thing occurs every time, regardless of the fact that I go in during a holiday season or not.

Let me set the scenario: it's morning. I'm on my way to work. This donut shop is on my way, and it has great tasting coffee. It seems like there are a lot of other people that frequent this place too, since they always seem to arrive before me. The servers when I get in are always pleasant. The same group of men infest the tables to the east of the shop, and I stand in line behind the others. They all order what they want, of course not what they need (as the workers always politely ask), since who REALLY needs to be eating donuts anyhow.

And I am the next in line after the woman or man that wants to order donuts: 2 dozen.

By the time they figure out, one-by-one, the selection they would like (as of course they don't have them picked out ahead of time while they too were waiting in line), I have practically been standing there for what seems to be an excrutiating amount of time. And I'm now running late.

And yet they continue to pick, one-by-one, all the while the worker is standing, waiting, tapping their foot, while this person figures out what the hell they want. When they're done, it's my turn to order. I order my coffee, and I too order donuts for my employees at work. Only I tell the clerk (immediately AFTER I say I want donuts) that "I don't care what kind, just surprise me."
And my order only takes 30 seconds. Why must choosing be so difficult?

It's like going to any fast food restaurant, and you get stuck in the drive thru behind the Chevy Lumina Van with the woman that pulls out a list of her order, and proceeds to have everything "made to order." Meanwhile, I want my two hamburgers and french fries with no substitutions.
Could she not get out of her car and walk inside with her litany of orders? Wouldn't it be simpler?

I don't get it. Perhaps I'm simpler that way. Or at least mindful of others' time. Whatever it is, perhaps it's a sign that I shouldn't be picking this "poison" for my body, and instead save a few bucks and make stuff at home instead.

But then again, would it taste as good?