Ordering at a restaurant

I plop down at the restaurant, my stomach’s making all sorts of noises, and I go through the menu. “Yup, yup, yup,” I’m thinking, ‘cause everything looks amazing. I’m ready to feast.

Waiters come and go, each one looking like they might be bringing my order. I sit up a little, “Here we go!” But nope, they turn away, not a dish for me.

Everyone else is eating, and I'm so hungry I'm half-tempted to lean over and ask for a bite. Staying polite is getting harder by the second.

Then finally, here he comes. This has to be it. Our eyes meet, it’s a bit weird, like we both know something’s up. And then he stops, gives me this look, and asks, “Are you ready to order?”