Can I get a Number 1 with a Diet?

I went to Panera Bread today. It could have been anywhere, but I chose Panera. Why? Good food, pregnant wife with picky eating habits, friend is the manager, it's close, there are a ton of reasons not germane to the story.

Dining out with my wife is always an experience. She is a perfect example of what happens when humans are offered too much choice. Years ago when there were only 4 items on the McMenu there was no standing in the middle of a lobby talking out loud to a sign trying to decide if the chicken bacon ranch sandwich is yummier than the bacon chicken honey mustard fajita wrap but now there are so many items offered to choose from it's paralyzing to some and annoying to me. I thought my wife was the only one, but today I realized the actual scope of the problem. I walked into Panera, looked at the menu saw something that seemed delicious, made the decision and was prepared to order. Knowing that Mrs. E-Rock cannot make a decision as complicated as what to have for lunch without a committee meeting, I stepped aside to let those behind us order. I looked and the TWO couples behind us (that's 4 more people for the mathematically deficient) had the same problem. The wives were looking at the menu like it was the wiring diagram for the Space Shuttle. How do you not know within seconds what you want at a counter service eatery?

Shoes… I get it. Everything with straps and fur MUST be tried on.

Clothes… same thing, but not with food.

This is just snacking people. Not a life changing decision. Luckily, Mrs. E-Rock found something she liked, ordered it, ate it, retained it, and he had a pleasant dining experience.