Whenever I order food, I hate keeping people in the dark about why I ordered the way I did. When I make an uncommon request, it comes with an explanation. Take when I eat at Wendy’s for example.
“I would like the number six, plain except for a tomato. I would like to large size the fries but keep the drink small. For that, I want a coke with no ice. The reason I want no ice is because I have very sensitive teeth. Drinking ice cold drinks feels like tiny daggers in my mouth.”
Or getting pizza from Dominoes’.
“I would like a medium hand-tossed pizza with pepperoni, sausage, green peppers, and roasted red peppers. I do not want the seasoning on the crust because I never eat the crust so your seasoning would only be wasted. I would like one box of breadsticks with extra seasoning because I have a weak sense of smell so I don’t taste things very well, having to dump salt all over my food to even taste it.”
I just have a desire to be understood by people. When people wonder about me, it just doesn’t feel very good. So whenever I can, I explain myself.