I can never make up my mind here especially with that Pick Two thing. By the time I get to the counter I just spin around, cover my eyes and point at the menu board, trying not to thwack the cheerleader with the Sharpie'd hearts on her nametag at the register with an outstretched palm.
Whatever "Southwestern Hubbaheyandtheho" sandwich she says I pointed at is what I'll get. Same goes for soup. "Give me the soupy one, please" I say. "The one with the things in it.'
If that ordeal wasn't enough, she ups the difficulty on that by being all "do you want some moooorrre bread with that or an apple?". I have so much bread coming already. I'm already getting bread with meat on top of it with more bread on top of it. But. Ugh. How do you choose? Double ugh. I give up.