Will You Pick My Nose When I'm In My Straight Jacket?

Recently, while on my way to lunch, I caught myself chanting my order over and over in my head. Turkey, Munster, Mustard, Whole Wheat. Turkey, Munster, Mustard, Whole Wheat. Turkey, Munster, Mustard, Whole Wheat. It freaked me out. I quickly pictured how well I'd fit-in in a Mental Ward circa 1950. As far as I can tell (as if this isn't my brain we're talking about), the rationale for doing this is so that I can choose the most efficient and audibly comprehensible sandwich phrasing. That way I ensure a successful order while avoiding confusion and ridicule from others on line.

Jesus, I really need to loosen up.