The Second Person In Line

Get ready to explore the inner-machinations of my mind 😂

Last night I went out to dinner with my friend Alec. After driving in circles, deciding where to go to eat, we ended up at Costa Vida. These days, when I go to Costa Vida, I usually get their sweet pork nachos (mostly because I like to think that I get more food for my money that way #collegestudentlife).

When I go with someone I usually explain my theory about the portion sizes and invite them to try it because the nachos are also dang good. Alec said that he would try it and we proceeded through the line. I went first in line and he followed, just having the server duplicate whatever I asked for (until we got to the part where they ask if you want sour cream, I hate sour cream and I guess that particular taste is not shared by everyone 🤗).

After we paid for our food and sat down, Alec noticed that his nachos seemed to be lacking in a couple portions of ingredients. We had both used the same words and asked for the same things in our orders (like the nachos cheese and double meat, sweet pork of course 😍) but his portions appeared to be smaller than mine. I thought about this for a second and proposed the following theory:

The server loaded up the first plate. She was thorough and asked clarifying questions (like if I thought a certain amount was enough). Then, she started on Alec’s plate and, possibly unbeknownst to her, her brain started to think “Hey! I already did this once, I don’t need to load up as much this time because I put so much energy and effort into the first plate!” This subconscious thought, combined with the pressure to speed up the line and make up for the time and attention that she gave the first plate would lead her to put smaller portions on Alec’s plate without even thinking about it! It’s not like she could slow down and compare the portion sizes that we had each received and we were so focused on moving through the line that we would not notice either (at least until we were in the process of shoving our faces 😂).

What do you guys think? Could this just be some random occurrence or is there some sort of underlying psychological puzzle here? Have you ever observed something similar or am I just looking for something that isn’t there??

Also, this week I went to see the Pulitzer Prize winners at the BYU Museum of Art and what an incredible experience. As a photographer, I was impressed, inspired, and moved by the incredible shots taken since the 1940s. If you are here in Provo, I highly recommend it!

Anyway guys, thanks for liking, commenting and subscribing! Much love


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