I have to admit I am not all that good at waiting. Oh sure I
can sling hash if I have to and toss tasty trenchers at toothless townies when
needed, but I’m talking about the kind of waiting one does unwillingly in doctor’s
offices with lots of patience. It’s not that I am better than others or that my time is more important, it’s just society
should succumb and willingly appease ME, the def-initely dumb and incorrigible geez.
Since I often must cry for sanctuary when I skulk among the
masses, I usually do most of my waiting without interaction from others anyway.
Frequently I just stare at my computer and devise awful evil things I want to
do to that endless centipede circle cheerfully spinning while it secretly loads
malicious malware. All of the exhibitionistic plants in the house seem to grow
bashful when I watch them and even pots of gruel refuse to drool unless I
walk-away so it can boil blissfully to black on my white hot cook-top.
Invariably when I paint, fingerprints of varying depth and
definition will remain on surfaces for all eternity as fossilized evidence of
my frequent ready-testing gets the best of me with every coat. At BBQ’s whose
got thyme to harangue meringue and anyway everybody loves crunchy chips n’
snacks so what’s wrong with a little ‘snap’ from the mac in your salads and
cheese? If it weren’t for impatient folks like me society might never know the
convenience and merits of nose-hole ready carrots, fingerling potatoes or
underwhelming hot-pot coffee at overpriced mini-marts.
Weak peeved geezers of my ilk could probably learn to cope a
bit better if society would provide TRUE and accurate estimates of time
regardless of task. Why is it so hard to have the gas tank in my car actually
BE empty when the gauge confidently says so on the dash? If infuriating wait
times for customer care or take-offs on tarmacs are 10 minutes at most, why then turn twice that or
more with me up-ended babbling helpless to my selfness banging head to floor? It’s
no wonder with credentials like mine, I’ll earn eligibility for witless wheezer
n’ geezer protection in time - as long as I’m willing to wait, in a very long
line.
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