I have a weird hangup about ordering things.
For instance, my favorite sandwich at US Subs (formerly Firehouse Subs) is Rosie The Riveter. I feel like a child molester when I go in and say, "I would like a six-inch Rosie, loaded."
If I have to call to make an order, I will go without. I only order from people who have forms, or web based ordering.
I will not ask for help in a store trying to find something. I will search for 27 hours, and if I do not find it, I will leave.
I will not special-order anything. Like, "I need a mocha caramel white chocolate turtle frappuchino with an extra shot of lime, no whipped creme and please go easy on the ice." That is not going to happen. I only order from the menu, no additions / no deletions. (Unless of course a mocha caramel white chocolate turtle lime no WC, low ice frappuchino is the special of the day and I can just say, "I would like the special, please!")
I used to be able to order specially, but in my advanced years it makes me embarrassed to admit that I like extra onion, or that I don't like pickles. I feel like a whiny kid. "I wanna whopper!! Me like onions!! Me no like pickles!! EEEWWW Pickles!!!"
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Oh my! I order "off" of the menu all the time. My husband calls me "Sally" from "When Harry Met Sally". "Sometimes she knows how to prepare it better than the chef himself..."
Try it sometime. Start small & work your way up. You won't regret it!
I HATE to call and place orders as well. I will do it, but only if there is absolutely nobody around who could do it for me, and there must not be anybody listening to me. That makes me nervous.
I will, however, do a special order because I'm kind of picky. But, what I hate about the coffee thing is that I usually order my drink with skim milk (even though I will not stoop so low as to drink skim milk, I honestly can't tell a difference in my coffee drinks which are loaded with all sorts of other fattening goodies). Anyway, I switch between ordering "skim" and "nonfat," which are the same damn thing. But the little barista person always has to repeat my drink order, changing the term that I used to the other, and emphasizing it, as if to clue me in. "Oh, we here in Starbags would never say skim, clearly you meant NON-FAT." Jerks.
I used to hate to talk on the phone to people I didn't know. So that precluded me from ordering pizza, meaning that during my regular Thursday night baby-sitting stint, I used to make the nine-year-old girl who was the oldest of the kids I was watching order the pizza for dinner.
I also don't ask for directions. I just drive around until I recognize something and find my way from there. Luckily, I am handy with a map...
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