Indecision drives me nuts.
Making a decision for some people is paramount to counting the grains of sand in the Sahara Desert. A task so insurmountable it’s nearly impossible for them.
Making a decision involves thinking. Planning. Mapping out the consequences. Analyzing the results. Looking at the bigger picture, will this decision satisfy the end goal? Will a successful outcome be achieved? Or will I fail?
Ask the first question, move to the next. It’s a cycle and you keep going until the process it complete. Every day we make decisions. We’ve been doing it since birth:
I don’t want to eat. I want this toy, not that one. I like Mary but not John. Green is my favorite color and I will only purchase products that start with the letter, “K.” I hate math. I must watch this show. My favorite shop is this one. I do not want to wear that dress, that shirt, those shoes, that jacket….
Of course, as you get older and the roadway of life hands you different choices, they get more challenging. What school to attend, who to marry, what house to purchase, what company to work for or maybe to quit working for….some of these are life changing choices. We all make them. It’s a choice. You cast your vote with a simple: Yes or No.
- Do I have time to stop for a coffee?
- Should I buy pet insurance?
- Does Martin need his eye exam scheduled?
- Can we afford for me to quit my job and sell lemonade on the corner from a cart?
- THE DREADED: Where/What do you want to eat tonight?
- Should I tell Joan those pants make her butt look big?
- Is investing my money in the new recycled dirt company smart?
- Do you believe in the Lockness Monster? Bigfoot? Ghosts?
You get my point, right? It’s not like decision making is a new concept to humans. We make them all the time from the time we open our eyes in the morning, to the time we close them at night, to the time we open them at 3:00AM when we can’t sleep and wonder if aliens are real.
Here’s the thing.
The Internet will tell you, on an average day, adults make about 35,000 decisions.
Let that sink in for a moment. Quite a bit of computing going on in the ol’ noggin, wouldn’t you say? 35,000 decisions being dealt like a blackjack dealer in Vegas.
So then, can someone explain to me why placing an order at a food truck can be so fucking difficult for some people?
It’s not rocket science. Shit. It’s not even algebra! Make a fucking decision and move on.
Earlier this week, I stopped by the Mexican truck near our office. Out of all the trucks that come to the park by my office, this is my favorite – yum!
Choose Option A: burrito, taco, salad, bowl, quesadilla (comes loaded with all the typical Mexican fixings)
Add Option B: beef, chicken, pork, tofu
Done. That’s it. End of story.
As always, the truck had a line and I was about the 5th person…so not too bad. However, for the two ladies in front of me you would have thought they were deciding on one of life’s biggest decisions. It was a tough choice. Too many choices. They were distraught. It was a true nail biter. Weight was shifting from one foot to the other. Eyes darting around, checking to see if someone might overhear their decision and take it as their own. Indecision. Indecision. Indecision. Time is ticking. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Lady 1: “We could each get a salad and split a quesadilla.”
Lady 2: “Or we could split the salad and each get a quesadilla.”
Lady 1: “Or we could each get a salad and split the taco.”
Lady 2: “How would we split the taco.”
Lady 1: “Oh, right. We could each get a salad and split a burrito.”
Lady 2: “Ok.”
Lady 1: “What kind of meat do you want? I want pork.”
Lady 2: “Oh, I don’t like pork. I want chicken.”
Lady 1: “Really?”
Lady 2: “Maybe we could do a salad and get half and half?”
Lady 1: “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. We could still split a quesadilla.”
***** Silence for 1 minute****** The ladies are next up in line ********
Lady 1: ” You know, I think I might just get a bowl with pork.”
Lady 2: “Okay then I’ll get a bowl with chicken or beef. Or I might do the taco.”
Lady 1: “You sure? I might get chicken. Is it a bowl or a burrito?”
Lady 2: “Yeah, I’m definitely getting the chicken bowl. I think it’s a burrito bowl. I don’t know, it says burrito or bowl.”
Lady 1: (Said literally while biting her thumb nail) “I can’t decide. Pork. I’m definitely going with the pork. Yeah. A bowl with pork. Maybe a burrito. No, I’m getting the bowl.”
Lady 2: “If I get a quesadilla, will you share it with me?”
Lady 1: “Oh for sure!”
***** Lady 1 & Lady 2 approach the order window of the truck *****
Truck Master: “Hello, what can I get you?”
Lady 1: “Hi! I’d like to get a burrito bowl with pork.”
Truck Master: “A what?”
Lady 1: “A burrito bowl with pork.”
Truck Master: “It’s either a burrito or a bowl, not both. You pick Option A and then Option B. Which do you want?”
Lady 1: “A bowl with pork.
Truck Master. “Okay, anything else?”
Lady 1: “No, thank you.”
Truck Master: Looks to her friend …..” What can I get you?”
Lady 2: “Hello! I’d like a burrito bowl with chicken. And a quesadilla. WAIT! Oh my god, I don’t know! HEY! Do you still want the quesadilla?”
Truck Master: “It’s either a burrito or a bowl…..”
Note: They got the quesadilla.