I go to this one take-out place pretty regularly and the guy behind the counter is without a doubt the slowest creature on this planet. Yes, he's cute and he tries hard but, dang, he's repeatedly outrun by molasses on several occasions. Zero sense of urgency whatsoever.
The take-out orders pile up behind him and all he needs to do is hand them out to the waiting customers. So, what does he do? He takes more orders. Never mind that he's the only one working the front and is responsible for handing out food too.
Yes, I'm grouchy today. But he should know that and work faster.
