Help Yourself to Seconds

Notes, updated 5/23/22 These are AI dictated, so they need to be edited to make sense.

Premise: indecisive person ordering at a fancy restaurant is overwhelmed by the menu options. After drawn out in decisive minutes, the paper menu lengthens I half an inch in her hands she doesn’t notice the first comment about how that item looked in better she has no how she missed the first time she’s about to choose when she realizes Albert I had so and so last week maybe I should get this one she says it gets added this time she’s slightly aware that’s interesting I didn’t see this it’s exact same as the last item minus that ingredient I said I had already had or I was indecisive that. As she’s reading it another item gets added this time missing another ingredient yourself that’s so-and-so, I really should be vegan instantly same item vegan appears what but that but the protein, 75 more items. Did you DJ the menu pushes off the table and through her fingertips like a sheet of paper and a typewriter being let out now she’s astonished and so is your partner the waiter is still aloof.

Wrecked within decision and then you become to scroll somehow naïve to the mystic Aliti of the situation she’s instead more overwhelmed every item looks better than the last the scroll grows now it looks like a roll of receipt paper in a cash register almost instantly it expands again and then again the list is growing logarithmically or geometrically and now her hands are cut in the circle the ends of the scroll is it in Chinese finger trap expand again the wave of ruled paper knocking her dining partner across from her right out of his chair the waiter steps away moments later the entire restaurant is flattened all the occupants are flattened and the restaurant is packed entirely in ribbons of in decision ribbons of indecision

Back up a little bit, as the scroll is expanding she’s explaining one after the other quote I’ll take the oysters know I’ll take the lasagna I’ll just have a salad now keeps going and definitely are she can’t seem to chew is getting worse and every time she says it arms get heavier she’s pinned to the table the glasses are all knocked off the bread it’s pushed away the candle is lit who’s the menu on fire spreading quickly screens from other patrons everyone’s running out even her partner even sure even the waiter but even after the words left still babbling I have a potato she’s trapped way down by the paper she burns to death drowned in ribbons of indecision