Impatience Is My Middle Name

November 29, 2018

Patience isn’t a virtue I possess. Strangely my father had the patience of Job. My mother, on the other hand had very little, and you can guess by now, who I followed. I am trying to be more patient but I’ve compiled a list of situations that still tick me off. Here it is:

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Mike Wilcox
Mike’s Musings Columnist

At the top of my list is waiters or waitresses that are lousy at their job. Nothing gets my blood pressure boiling me than being ignored when I walk in to a fine dining establishment. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I like to at least be acknowledged while I’m waiting for service. It just happened the other day at Carrabas. My wife and I walked in, sat down, and watched for 10 minutes as personnel walked by our table time and again without an acknowledgement, menu or drink order. We got up and left.

While we are on the subject of food ( I must be hungry) I attempt to avoid fast food at all costs, but there I was the other day, in a line at McDonalds, waiting to order a simple cheeseburger and fry. After about 10 minutes, I was able to pull up to the order window, placed my order, waited another couple minutes, and kaboom finally received my order. I pulled off on to the main highway only to notice my cheeseburger was a hamburger and my fries were ice cold. Did I mention I avoid fast food? Why can’t they get it right?

A major pet peeve is the doctor’s office. Again, it is a place I try to avoid. A couple of months ago I was convinced to go for a colonoscopy procedure. I’m of that age, and had never had one. So I go to my doctor for the second time in four years, only to wait for a half hour in the waiting room. I wonder why I have to make an appointment to wait? Finally the physician’s assistant checks my vitals and sends me down the road to another office to get a colonoscopy kit. I walk in, sign the clip board and take a seat. No acknowledgement, no friendly staff, no nothing. A half hour later I’m still waiting. I decided it was time to walk out. Needless to say I haven’t been back.

For a guy that drives upwards to 3000 miles a month, I run in to my share of road construction, and like most impatient brethren, can’t stand to sit around, car in idle, waiting to get around the mess. Jeez just last week I was on my way to the airport, and had to come to a sudden stop. Okay I wondered how long is this going to take? Five minutes past, then 10, then 20, then 30, and finally some movement. A whole twenty minutes later I made it around the bridge construction. All the while, my veins are popping, as idiot drivers are passing me on the right, using the edge of the road to drive on, and then cutting in a half mile up the road. Why is it construction takes place when the roads are the busiest?

Of course one of the worst waits is when you are put on hold, in an attempt to pay a bill. Lately, it’s not so much being put on hold but being transferred from person to person. It happens to me whether I’m trying to pay a utility bill or the IRS (actually they can be the worst). And then finally when you get someone that can help you out, you can’t understand them because they are sitting it a phone bank in India, and have a terrible accent. What did you say? I owe $4,000. I don’t think so. Click, I simply hang up and try again when I’ve had less coffee.

These are my top five. I could go on and on, but just writing about this subject has me upset. If you can believe this, one friend suggested I should take up mediation. My response, as you can imagine, was if you think I can sit silent with my legs crossed, trying to conjure up happy thoughts for an hour, you’re out of your mind. I’d rather live with my impatience.



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