I want a burrito....BUR-EE-TOOOH

My mom can't handle ordering anything. In restaurants, a menu is her kryptonite. She is paralyzed by all the choices and making a decision. She always orders last, often changing her order based on what other people choose. And there is always the pause when the server gets to her, followed by, "Is the roast beef sandwich (insert any dish here) any good?" As if the server would say it's terrible, don't eat here.

She is especially perplexed by drive through windows, the verbal exchange is a bit overwhelming. She wants a cheeseburger, no make that chicken tenders, never mind, she'll just have fries and a drink. Make it a Coke, no wait, make it a Diet Coke. Actually, she'll just have the cheeseburger after all, did you get all that?

What really is a challenge is a Taco Bell. See, my mom assumes that people at a fast food Mexican restaurant are native Spanish speakers. She repeats everything, and speaks very slowly. She will have a taco, no wait, a burrito. Did you get that? A BURR-EEE-TOOOH."

Yesterday my brother and I were in the car with her and we stopped at Taco Bell on the way back from the visiting the pumpkin patch. I think the order was changed at least 3 times, and when we reached the window, she blamed it on us. "These kids, they couldn't make up their mind." Sigh.

By the way, we also pulled into a drive through on the way to the pumpkin patch that morning. "I'll have a Diet Coke," she said, and then spotted the QT gas station across the street. They have an amazing array of fountain drinks. "Never mind. We changed our mind." No order, we just pulled through the drive through and she waved as she passed the window.