I just know what I want. What works. Take my regular Chipotle order, for instance:
I fill up the entire 50 character comment field with my comments. Look at those clever abbreviations to get it done. My husband tells me that this only increases my likelihood of also ingesting a side of some disgruntled employee’s saliva with my meals, but I don’t think I’m too extreme. I don’t make a scene if my order isn’t right. Usually I scarf it down, willing to accept the burden of occasional incorrect orders that are complicated and lengthy. The correct, delicious orders make up for this.
I try my best to be accommodating in most situations, but I draw the line at food and things that relate to my personal comfort. If I am paying $7-10 for a meal, I would like it without chunks of tomatoes or any chance of pickle juice touching anything I might be ingesting.
Likewise, if someone is buying me a blanket and asks my opinion, I would say, “no fleece please, that makes my hair staticky.” However, if I received a fleece blanket as a gift, I would use the crap out of it because hey, blankets are awesome.
If someone asks me what I want, I usually tell them. That’s what they asked for, right? They can’t get mad when I say I hate faux fur and mustard.