u/HarveyIngram18

This drives me absolutely insane. You've been standing in the same line as me for the last ten minutes. The menu is six feet tall, directly above the counter, brightly lit, and has not changed once during that time.

Yet somehow the second you finally get to the register it's suddenly "hmmm... what do you guys have?"

Then comes the full investigation. "What's in this one?" "Is that spicy?" "Can I get this without onions?" "Wait, what size should I get?"

Meanwhile everyone behind them is watching their lunch break evaporate in real time.

Bonus points if they finally order, the cashier gives the total, and THEN they start digging through a bag looking for their wallet like payment was an unexpected part of the process.

I completely understand taking a minute if the menu is complicated or you've never been there before. I'm not expecting people to memorize their order before entering the building.

But if you've had enough time in line to scroll through Instagram, answer three texts and stare into space for five minutes, maybe use 20 seconds of that time to decide whether you want the chicken sandwich or the burger.

Please. I'm begging you.

I'm 27 and have lived on my own for almost three years. My parents live about 30 minutes away and for most of that time they'd text or call before coming over.

Somewhere in the last few months they apparently decided that was optional.

It started with my mom dropping by on a Saturday morning because she "was already nearby." Then my dad showed up one evening with something he wanted me to look at. After that it became pretty regular, sometimes twice a week.

They'd ring the bell and if I didn't answer immediately they'd call asking why I'm not opening the door.

I've told them multiple times that I don't mind seeing them, I just want a heads-up first. My mom's response every single time is basically, "We're your parents, why would we need an appointment?"

Last weekend I was home, but I was tired and had planned to spend the entire afternoon doing absolutely nothing.

They rang the bell. I checked the camera, saw it was them, and didn't answer.

My mom called twice, then texted, "We know you're home." I replied that I wasn't having visitors and reminded her again to ask before coming over.

Apparently this was a massive insult.

They waited outside for another few minutes, then left. That evening my dad called and told me I'd embarrassed my mom and that refusing to open the door to my own parents was incredibly disrespectful.

He kept saying they would never turn me away if I appeared at their house. I said that's fine, but their rules for their home don't automatically become the rules for mine.

Now my mom is barely speaking to me and told my sister that I've become "cold" since moving out.

My sister thinks I should've opened the door that one time and dealt with the bigger issue afterward, but that's basically what I've been doing for months and nothing changed.

I genuinely like spending time with my parents. I just don't understand why asking for a text before someone comes to my home is treated like I'm rejecting the entire family.

The weirdest part is that if a friend behaved this way, my parents themselves would probably tell me it was rude.

Apparently being related means doorbells work differently.