It's alright. We're all bound to die sometime soon. Nature's course.
I have a follow-up ANGST! that goes back to the time of the Burger King staff not being able to get orders right 99% of the time.
I'd have to say that quite a bit of that is sometimes my father's fault. His memory of what his children and wife want aren't very good, and we usually have to relay our orders to him when he is talking to the magical speaker that takes our orders (though in the specific time I posted, my brother was driving, and he remembers our orders, it was all the BK staff's fault that time).
A few specific examples of this:
At a Wendy's drive-thru, my brother wanted a spicy chicken sandwich and a large Coke. The only ones in the car were my father, my brother, and myself. I didn't want anything. It wasn't a very hard order to mess up, but sure enough, he does anyway.
Father:"Hi, I'd like a LARGE spicy chicken sandwich and a Coke, please."
Girl working drive-thru: ".....A what, sir?"
Father: "A LARGE spicy chicken sandwich. And a Coke, please."
The girl eventually realized what my father meant, and pointed it out once she gave him the bag of food that what he had said confused her, as she laughed nervously. Me? I was in the back seat, laughing the whole time.
We were at the BK drive thru (same one as before), and everyone was in the car. This wasn't so much of a mess-up of an order as it was...
Dad: "Hi, how're you?"
Mom: "Jerry, you're talking to a sign. We aren't up to the speaker yet."
My siblings and I: *ROFFLECOPTER*
Though those examples were more humorous than annoying, his constant mess-ups are becoming more of a pet-peeve of mine rather than a source of amusement. I've found myself speaking up at the drive-thru over my father whenever I'm sitting in the front seat because my father doesn't see mistakes in the order he might've made himself.