Patience.
I can’t decide whether I am patient or not. I suspect my level of patience is gauged by the situation. Case in point: grandchildren. I’m patient.
My impatience rears its ugly head while driving. Oh, my gosh! Where are people learning to drive?
Running stop signs seems to be okay for a select few. As my husband says - they think they’re special.
Parking in fire lanes is appropriate for those special few. Give me a break. Park and walk. Better still, drop your passenger off at the door and circle the parking lot. I wish fire department members could issue tickets to violators. I would fervently applaud them.
We can’t seem to embrace the speed limit issue. A man zoomed past me in a school zone and then drove fifteen miles an hour ahead of me in a 40 mile per hour zone. What’s up with that?
Dear God, instead of teaching me patience, can You teach them how to drive?
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