I never stop for food on my way home. Never.

Tonight however, I was craving Burger King. This is especially important because I’ve been eating super healthy since the start of the new year.

So I get in line.

There were about 8 cars ahead of me. This shouldn’t take long.

It’s also a situation where once you are in line, you are in line. You can’t escape.

So I pick up my phone, check email, look at Facebook.

We are not moving.

Finally a car goes through. Then another.

Then nothing. No movement at all.

20 minutes and I’ve moved two cars.

Finally we move again.

The car in front of me gets to the speaker. The person says, I’ll take your order in a few minutes we have around 50 Door Dash orders. The guy in the car says I am from Door Dash. He’s told to pull around.

I get to the speaker.

Hi. I’ll be with you in a moment.

I start to drive off but at this point it’s been 30 minutes. What’s a few more minutes?

Finally I give my order. I drive around.

There are no cars in the line.

I get to the window and the guy in the car behind me is giving a crazy complicated order. Special requests. Separate orders. The guy on register is trying to be calm but you can tell he’s frazzled.

He finishes the order and looks at me. He looks like he’s going to cry.

I ask how he’s doing.

He says at the moment they have 50+ door dash orders. A line of cars. And it’s only him and one other employee in the building.

I smile and tell him that I understand. Just to breathe and it won’t last forever. It will end eventually. It always ends.

He nods.

He says another employee should be there any minute now.

He hands me my drink. My food. I remind him to breathe.

I felt bad for him. I’ve been there. I wish I’d had a way to help.

I drive away. Eating my cold French fries.