(approaching the establishment) Oh boy, oh boy!I get to eat! Suck it, kids in Africa!

(upon entering the establishment) Oh fat twat! There's a line! I don't like waiting in line, but I do like eating. I guess I will have to wait, but I will sigh loudly at the prospect of waiting for more than two minutes before eating just so everyone can know how I feel.

(While waiting in line) I AM GOING TO RIP THIS GUY'S HEAD OFF! HOW CAN HE POSSIBLY NOT KNOW WHAT HE WANTS TO EAT!? (scoff) TYPICAL (insert whichever label or attribute pertains best to the guy in front such as: frat guy, old lady, or conquistador). Now he is asking for all the wrong things at the wrong time! I mean, how can you not know that a Fatty burrito doesn't come with sour cream?! IDIOT! It even says on the menu in small print, 15 feet behind the counter, that the Fatty burrito doesn't come with sour cream. Of course he doesn't know how to order at this awesome restaurant like myself. This guy should just leave town... I am so much cooler than this guy. they will probably spit in his food, whereas they will give me more food than him for free. Typical...

(once having reached the front of the line) Oh shit, what did I want? I was so distracted by what the guy in front of me ordered that I completely forgot what I wanted! I suppose I could just ask for what he got, but now I forgot what he got... oh man, I don't even remember what restaurant I am in...

(after a 30 second silence where no one in the direct area has any idea whats going on) "I'll have a Fatty but can you put sour cream on there?" Man, I hope they don't spit in my food...