What will Ralph take home for dinner?

I'm waiting in the car while Mr. F is picking up our Pizza Athena. Here comes Ralph, laptop bag over the shoulder, striding purposefully, likely on his way home from work. He is supposed to pick up dinner. What will it be? Sushi? Or Thai?

Sushi...Thai...Sushi...Thai...he passes by Sawatdee. It must be Sushi then...nope, he passes that by too.

Uh-oh, Ralph is in deep doo-doo, he's forgotten his simple mission. Poor guy.

Ah, here's the pizza. Only seven minutes and we'll be eating. Ralph, on the other hand, will be getting yelled at and sent back out to pick up dinner.