The struggle of having chronic impatience is real, especially in a city like Boston. As someone who is always in a hurry even when I’m not running late, I find there’s nothing more excruciatingly painful than running into any of the following scenarios:
When you’re stuck behind people who don’t know the art of fast walking
Having to wait for food you ordered thirty minutes ago
Watching the T drive away two seconds after you get to the station and having to wait twenty minutes for another one
Waiting to get your grade back on that English paper even though you just turned it in yesterday
When you’ve been ready to go out for about an hour and your friends are still in sweatpants
And your friends don’t understand the problem with taking an hour to get dressed, and think they have all the time in the world
Getting stuck behind a car that refuses to drive faster than 15 miles an hour
Or getting stuck behind drivers who don’t know green means go
Or just hating every driver you end up behind
And even when you catch your train, are first in a long lunch line, and are generally on time, you’ll still be in a rush to get to the next place you have to go