By Raakhee Mirchandani for Elle Magazine

Things never seem to move fast enough. People in the street walk too slowly. I always call a restaurant at least twice between the time the order is placed and my buzzer actually rings and no matter how hard I try, it takes me less than five minutes to inhale my lunch, each lettuce leaf hurtling like an express train down my throat. It's not ladylike, but it's effective.