Do you suffer from order envy?
You and a companion are sitting in a restaurant, the wait staff delivers the waters (no ice for me please) and the menus. You sip from the glass of water, spread a little chit, sprinkled with a little chat whilst checking out the menu selections. If you’re anything like me, you have a general idea of what you’ll be having before digging into the variety, you’re simply narrowing down to, “the one.”
Selections made, menus taken away, a few more sips and a little more chatter and before you know it, the food is arriving.
Once the plates are settled, all requests for condiments, extra napkins and what have you honored, you begin the process of digging in when you notice you’re not the only one who takes note of the delicious look of your selection.
Your companion is salivating over your dish “oooh that looks goooood”, they swoon.
And then, your companion asks, “may I have a little piece?”
Your companion suffers from order envy.
I had brunch with Michael on Sunday and we talked about (among other things) the various order envious folks we’ve dined with recently. I discovered, or rather re-discovered just how much he and I have in common.