This is about as mundane and first-worldy-problem as it gets . . .
I suffer from fast food drive-thru ordering dread; I get really anxious about speaking into the clown’s mouth. Does this happen to you or is there just something special about me?
Clown: whaddya getcha wannatrynew tacoshreddermaximus blergha blergha?
Me: I’d like a bacon cheeseburger and a –
Clown: okay, please pull forward
Me: Oh, there’s more: a large fry and –
Clown: That’ll be $3.23, pull forward
Me: Also a sundae with nu–
Me: Hello? Hello?