'impatience
n 1: a lack of patience; irritation with anything that causes delay [syn: restlessness] 2: a restless desire for change and excitement 3: a dislike of anything that causes delay [ant: patience]'

I do not like to think of myself as being impatient. I like to think of it as enthusiasm, motivation or something like that. In reality though, I think it is just plain old impatience.

I do not however think I am like the woman behind me in the petrol station yesterday. I pulled in to the petrol pump thingy in front of her and was reversing back to the pump and she decided she could wait no longer and pulled alongside me. Now this is tricky to explain without the aid of a diagram (and I am not THAT sad) but she basically managed to totally block both me and her good self in. There was a brief Austin Powers moment where I attempted to edge back and forth until finding an angle of escape. The whole time she was edging forward into the tiny gaps I had made, thus increasing the problem. So I edge, she edges, I edge, she edges, I edge, she edges, I stare crossly, she edges...this time making contact with Robert's wing. I stare more crossly. She edges (back this time) until I am finally able to move, however the only place she has left me to go is out of the petrol station and back in again. I was not happy. And did her impatience pay off? Did she free herself from the forecourt more swiftly for her promptitude? No. it took significantly longer than if she had just waited until I had reversed into the space in the first place.

Impatience. Like those who drive so close to the back of your car you feel like opening the boot to let them in... or people who push in front of queues with their 20p for a paper huffing and puffing all the way...

...or people who want all their tomorrows to happen today.