I recall as a teenager staring out the classroom window in March, April, and May, counting down the days until school let out for the summer. A classic case of Spring Fever. I wonder how many of you reading this are suffering from the same malady right now.
Speaking of fevers, I remember many years ago lingering in a doctor’s exam room for hours until 5:00, closing time. A startled looking nurse eventually entered, apologized profusely, and admitted the clinic’s team had forgotten I was there! Is there such a thing as being too patient?
Last week, my husband kindly escorted me to another doctor’s appointment, a 30-minute drive on the rain-drenched freeway. My doc strolled in at my appointment time—no smile or “Hi, there, be with you soon,”—and sequestered herself into her office to make what the receptionist said was a telephone consult call. Maybe if I’d been alone or in pain or had been offered a cup of tea, I might have continued to wait and wait. But impatience got the better of me, plus my husband needed to get back to work. Finally, I excused myself, rescheduled for next month, and left. Apparently, neither my hubby or I have the patience of Job.
Do you think I acted rashly? Do I need to develop more patience? Next time should I come 15 minutes late in anticipation of being kept waiting? No, then she’d surely be early.
I’m usually patient. I rarely lose my cool with pushy motorists; I let them pass me by rather than be prodded along. I allow shoppers with only a few items in their cart to go ahead of me at the grocery store. Especially if they have toddlers.
When our sons were young, one of the kindest gifts my parents-in-law gave us was standing in line for us to see Santa. On vacation in Disneyland, I recall our family inching along in lines that seemed to go on forever; not the favorite part of the trip for children or adults.
Do you find yourself getting more annoyed with ever-growing traffic and long lines? Have you ever left an appointment, because you were ignored and kept waiting? Any of you remember the oldie song “Tired of Waiting“?
Maybe as I age my tolerance for tardiness is dwindling. Not that I don’t arrive late sometimes. Just yesterday I amazed myself with my unrealistic expectations of the time it takes to shower, dress, and leave the house. Oops.
Do you have strategies for getting out the door promptly? How long are you willing to wait for a nonessential appointment? My hairdresser calls me when she’s running late. Of course, hair appointments are essential.
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