I dislike waiting. Particularly in situations where I can’t be productive, or where people prevent me from being so.
I’m sitting at the Honda dealership waiting for my third visit in almost as many weeks for squeaky brakes. Keep in mind my brakes weren’t squeaking when I originally came in for routine maintenance. And that everytime I come here they say “a few minutes” but I’m here for two hours. If I knew it was going to take two hours I’d try to get work done. Instead I sit waiting, staring at the TV and looking around every few minutes for my hopefully completed and repaired vehicle.
Alas, here I sit… Still waiting… Ugh…
