Ok, here's one, fresh from today:
We drove to the international market, 45 minutes away. We knew we'd need to stop for lunch before we got home.
We arrived at the parking lot:
Me: Ok, let's work out where we're going for lunch now, so we're not scrambling later trying to figure it out. I know there's a Penn Station right up the road-
She: Oh! Penn Station! I love their reubens!
-but there's also Jolly's over here, which is only over here, and we have Penn Station not far from the house.
Oh, that's right! Jolly's! Let's go to Jolly's! We haven't been there in two or three years!
Inside for the 90 minutes or so, doing our shopping, then back out to the car, packed things away, got in, confirmed again where we were going for lunch, and headed to Jolly's, about 15 minutes away.
Along the way:
She: Oh, look! Rally's! I love their fries! We could go to Rally's!
Me: I thought we decided on Jolly's!
Yeah, that's right. I love their root beer!
Not 60 seconds later:
She: Look! Sonic! I have an online coupon for Sonic! We could use that!
Me: WE'RE GOING TO GODDAMM JOLLY'S!!! JOLLY'S!!!
Well, you don't have to yell about it! 😤
Everyone in her family are exactly the same way. No decision on where to eat is ever final. Ever. Me, once a decision is made, it's made, and that bit of my brain is settled and can move on to other things. I don't even see other restaurants along the way. Short of finding out a place is closed, once it's decided, it's done.