patience, grasshopper

it occurred to me today as i sat in the car for 34 minutes waiting for my mother how impatient i am and how cranky i get at queues that should be moving but don't, or incompetent waitstaff at restaurants, or SEMI-DELUSIONAL PREPUBESCENT SHREK-EARS-WEARING BOYS AT MACCA'S. it's not that hard. push button, fill cup, hand to customer. but it seems as though there's this constant pressing need for things to be faster; we need to run faster to make the earlier train and push elderly/disabled people out of the way for a seat (i'm aware that this may just be me) so we can drink more of the coffee so we can continue whizzing through our day like frazzled ninnies. i click my nails when i'm waiting for my change and tap my foot until the little red man transforms into little green man. I ALSO HATE THOSE PEOPLE WHO PRESS THE BUTTON INCESSANTLY LIKE THEIR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT. do you really think they'd invent a traffic light that requires you to push it more times than the last person otherwise you don't get to cross? i have so much hatred for traffic lights, the things that occur in their general vicinity are so infuriating. i also really hate when i've been standing there for a good 43 seconds or so, and another person turns up and pushes past me to press the button LIKE THEY THINK I'VE BEEN STANDING THERE FOR NO GOOD REASON OTHER THAN I LIKE THE RUSH OF WIND THAT CARS CREATE WHEN THEY DRIVE BY ME AND THE SOUND THEY MAKE AS THEY DRIVE OVER A POT HOLE ONE AFTER ANOTHER (okay the latter i actually enjoy). I'M WAITING TO CROSS THE ROAD TOO, TWITFACES.