Muddling Through My Middle Age
Recently, I was in line at a drive-up ATM, behind a man who was obviously conducting several banking transactions. He was definitely taking longer than usual and another car pulled up behind me as I waited. When I glanced in my rear-view mirror, I could see the woman behind me shaking her head and getting more and more agitated. Suddenly, she pulled out of line and roared across the parking lot to the walk-up ATM. Ignoring several dozen empty parking spots, she parked in the driving lane right in front of the bank, jumped out and ran up the the ATM. I guess she was in a hurry to do her banking.
When did we begin to believe that having to wait, even for a few minutes, was such a bad thing? When did it become a huge imposition to have to actually stop for a red light, or wait…
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