A company offered tours led by guides dressed in colonial period clothing. One of the guides fell and broke his arm. He was sitting in the emergency room when a doctor walked by and said, “Man, how long have you been waiting?
I hate waiting in lines. Actually, I hate waiting for most things. Besides the seemingly waste of valuable time, it’s a guaranteed seizure for me. I don’t know why it happens, but I’ve had them in many stores while waiting to check out.
I won’t wait for a table in a restaurant, wait in line for the best movie of the year, and my doctors understand that I really can’t wait. That’s kind of cool, because it seems that everyone has to wait at the doctors office.
I even make appointments at the DMV. I guess I’m impatient. I remember being mad about waiting nine months to enter the world. I know that because I was kicking and screaming when I came out. The doctor even slapped me. What for? I did nothing to deserve that!
I couldn’t talk yet, which was probably a good thing because I would have told that guy off. Slapping an innocent child on the behind as soon as he enters the world? What kind of greeting was that? Imagine if we slapped everyone we first meet. I don’t think that would go over well.