Patience

This morning, due to a combination of factors (primarily being a post-boot-camp nap), I was late in leaving the house to go to work.  I don't have to be at my desk at any specific time, so it wasn't a big deal, but it was just later than I like to get there.

I decided to drop off a pair of shoes on the way that need the heels repaired.  I figured it would be in-and-out since it's less than a block off the highway on my way to work.

I got there, one person working inside, dealing with one customer.  With 1,000 pairs of shoes or so, each of which she wanted to disucss in detail.  What would be the exact repair process, how much would it cost, what would her total be if she repaired pair x and y, but not pair z, what about y and z, what about all of them. 

I was standing there waiting, and waiting, and waiting.  He was being so nice to he, explaining all this stuff about heel wear, and leather patches and everything.

After I was about to have my blood pressure truly rupture something inside because I had been waiting so long already, I decided to count very slowly to 500. 

And then I just left. 

Sucks.  A total wasted trip.  But seriously, I just felt like I didn't have time for that $hit.  He acknowledge I was waiting, or call for someone else to come help me, or make any effort to hurry her along. 

I know I'm far too impatient.  But man, it was just too much today!