Things I Love About New York - No. 41

You're waiting in a line/queue and the young woman infront of you is fidgeting/ "Wartz taykin sso lourng?" she mumbles audibly. Eventually it's her turn - "About time." Then she can't decide if she wants the soup or a pannini, whaddya mean you don't have the tuna you always have the tuna, what's good?, ohw-okey. She makes her order then she changes it.

I want to sneak my order in but the guy behind the counter will give her all the time in the world.