as Rachel Lynde would put it “patience has ceased to be a virtue”

Last week I was filling up my tires with air. I have never done this by myself and was reeeally not looking forward to completing this daunting task. What if the tire blew up in my face? What if I filled the tire too much and it blew up when I was driving? A lot of my worries were of course about the tire blowing up but, I think that’s pretty normal. Oh, and I’m filling up the tires because I don’t want to not pass my emissions test-and don’t get me started on the emissions testing thing, all I’ll say is that we passed.

So I pull in to fill up my tires and there were two trucks full of teenage boys just standing around talking to each other-why they weren’t in school is beyond me. But I feel awkward because I don’t want them to watch me and start heckling me-awkward high school memories start flashing back.  Anyways, I get over the boys, for all I know they aren’t paying attention to me anyways. As I’m filling up my tires I see this older gentleman sitting in his truck waiting… I assume he is waiting for me. Poor guy doesn’t know what he’s in for. So I’m on the other side of the car filling up the other tires and he drives away.  I assume that I took too long for his highness.  But I kept trucking along with my tire fill up. 

You know, I have a comment about these air-filler-machines. They don’t blow air for very long. I swear I had to push the on button at least six times. And then the hose that you have to yank out has waaaaay too strong of a recoil, I’m pretty sure if someone were to have caught the whole scene on camera the video would go viral. “girl tries to fill tires, hose recoil is too strong for her weak self!!!”

Anyways, so I’m done, I get in the car and I’m sitting there waiting for the “tire pressure is too low” light to go off.. I mean I’m pretty sure I filled em up pretty good-10 second rule. And I start calling Brand to see if I might have done something wrong when this old man starts walking to my door.  He looks at me in utter disgust points to his truck and then points to the spot I’m in, in a very abrasive manner.  I motion to him that I’m sorry-I didn’t see him come back with his truck-and he huffs his way back to his car. 

I contemplate sitting there for a while juuuuust to irk him even more, because I honestly did not know that he was waiting there, and he was super rude about the whole thing. But I didn’t. 

Really, why do people not have patience anymore? And why is everything all-of-a-sudden only about you you you? I don’t know, I guess it’t just something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. People have become less patient, more greedy, and less friendly. What is this world coming to?

Welp happy Tuesday! I hope you don’t run into any grumpy guys like I did! 

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