Today is Tuesday. I still have to wait all of today and all of fucking tomorrow until I know whether or not random chick picked up the bike THAT SHOULD BE MINE! I am not a patient gal- I just don’t have it in me. Let me give you an example from years ago of my ability to wait for things that I REALLYREALLYREALLY want….After visiting the pound and magically finding the little black mutt that pushed her nose up against mine through the wire while I lay on the cement that smelled faintly of piss & Lysol, I was told I had to wait 3 days in case her owner showed up. I looked around. I plotted. I told the little black puppy (that would eventually grow to be a 90lb beast of pure crazyhappywonderful) that I would return for her. 3 days my ass!
Drive to Surplus Herby’s. Bolt cutters, CHECK! Replacement lock (because I’m not a total bastard) CHECK! Backpack big enough to shove in puppy, CHECK! My plan was perfect. Nothing would stop me because she needed to be MY DOG!!! I even had an envelope to leave the dog fee cash in. Unfortunately by the time I got back they had moved her to a different run for the afternoon and my bolt cutters were useless on her new cage. I had to wait 3 whole fucking days. By the time the waiting period was over and I was allowed to take her I had phoned them upwards of 50 times to make sure she was still waiting. They practically threw her at me and I kept those bolt cutters for years because they always made me smile.
I am not good at waiting. It just isn’t my thing.
(ps- I walked Maggi by the bike shop after work yesterday and it was STILL THERE!)
