A few weeks ago, my boyfriend and I went to a cute little cafe for lunch. It was a chilly fall Saturday, and I was in the mood for soup and a sandwich. We get to the restaurant and see that it’s busy, as it typically is. I knew what I wanted and was getting excited for the comfort food that would soon be entering my belly. We get to the front and I tell the cashier my order. “I’m sorry ma’am we’re out of that for the day,” the cashier replies to my order, crushing my hopes and dreams (disclaimer: if this post sounds a little dramatic and ridiculous, it’s because it is). Annoyed, I tell my boyfriend to place his order, while I scramble to look at the menu and quickly pick another option. After we order, we go to sit down and wait for our food to come out. After a few minutes, my boyfriend’s food is delivered to the table. I start to get excited, assuming mine must be coming close behind. I continue to wait and watch other people’s food as it gets delivered to their table. I start to realize my boyfriend’s food is going to be cold by the time mine gets delivered. I try to persuade him to begin to eat so he could enjoy his food while it was hot. I’m unsuccessful and we continue to sit there waiting on my food. I slowly start to become more and more annoyed. Next, I look up and see something that maybe you can relate to.