Order Up

"I want the imperial noodle." Davis said.
"We had that last time, lets get this chicken stuff and some rice." Jackson said.
"You know I can't stand spicy stuff. How about this one." Amy pointed at the menu at one of the few things that didn't have a hot chili pepper next to it.
"That's not even good." Davis complained. "Come on, we all like the noodles."
"But I don't want those again!" Jackson said.
"Are you ready to order?" asked the waitress, quietly standing at the edge of the table with a notepad in her hand.
"Obviously we're not." Jackson said.
"Jackson!" Amy hit his shoulder. "I'm sorry, we'll just be a few more minutes." The waitress sighed, then walked off. "Have some manners would you!"
"She's here to serve us, not the other way around." Jackson said.
"That gives you no reason to be rude to her." Amy said.
"Who cares about the waitress? Could we please just decide what we're eating? I'm starving." Davis complained.
"You know what? I don't care as long as it's not spicy. You two fight it out." Amy said, leaning back in her chair.
So they did, bouncing from one dish to another, constantly being reminded what had a chili pepper next to it. The waitress came again sometime in the middle of their debate. Then again, and they still weren't quite done.
"Excuse me," said the waitress, sounding a bit annoyed, "could you please just order your food. I can't leave until I'm done serving your table and you're taking forever."
"Just get the imperial noodles, please!" Amy said, her hand on her forehead.
"But - " Jackson started.
Amy glared over at him and he shut his mouth.
"Thank you very much. I'll be right out with your food."