Waiting for Larry, the Cable Guy

I am sitting here on an early May morning waiting for cable and internet installation.  I am listening to my Eagles CD and enjoying a soft breeze.  This is as good as the wait gets since so much of life is waiting. 

With all its speed modern life often features the wait.  A line is mandatory for driver’s license renewal.  Government offices are always decorated by Larry, the Bureaucrat, who has a penchant for gray or lime green décor devoid of all creature comforts.  Do not sit in the license bureau chairs.  It is much better to stand and take your punishment like a man or woman as the case may be.

Wednesday rolls around, and you have an appointment with the doctor at 10 a.m.  In spite of your appointment Doctor Larry’s office features its own special wait.  The elevator music carefully selected to soothe doesn’t.  I was smart once and took my laptop.  That was nice.  In most cases the doctor office wait is very annoying.

Soon after your appointment time expires, you give in and reach for the magazines.  You may get a little upset at the "new" trouble brewing  in Egypt with all the graphic street violence until you look at the date.  Don’t these people ever put a current magazine in the rack? 

Finally, after many ticks of the clock and several creative interpretations of your name, you finally stumble back to the examination room relieved that your wait is over. Not so fast! This time you must sit up on the examination table with the crinkly paper and no back rest.  Who invented this table?  Then just to tease you, Doctor Larry, MD, comes in with “Good Morning!” and immediately is called away for a life or death crisis.  You are not dying yet so you can wait.

Speaking of waiting, we can’t leave out Larry, the Fast Food Jockey.  Sometimes, you don’t have time to go to a sit down restaurant.  You know better, but you are desperately hungry so you yield to temptation and pull into the drive thru line.  This just might be the biggest mistake of the day.  Once in a fast food line, there will be no turning back.  Who labeled it fast food?  Just ahead of you are two pickup trucks with construction logos.  Each truck picks up about fourteen orders for their hungry work crews.  Finally, you reach the window only to be instructed, “Could you pull forward to the white line?  You ordered something healthy so we will have to bring your order on out to your vehicle. Sorry about the wait.” 

I am sitting here this fine morning developing patience.  At least I think that is what I am developing.  It may be something else.