It's just a truth of horse showing, no matter the discipline. People get up at the ass crack of dawn, and want lunch by 10am. Back when I showed regularly (especially the local haul-in shows where you get up at 3am to braid, load, drive...), every horse show concession stand owner was greeted by me, at 10am, staring at him with $5 bill in hand:
And when I learned that the burgers hadn't been started yet ("What are you, new!!??") and it was going to be another 10 minutes:
And as those 10 minutes passed by and felt like MONTHS:
And just when I thought I was going to die all alone in the desert of hunger, how I feel when I finally get that heavenly, greasy salvation:
Amazingly enough, it's one of those random, but favorite memories of horse showing.