This morning started out like a lovely day. (Actually, no. Not at all. I woke up all itchy and I had no hot water to shower with....BUT other than THAT, it was semi-okay.) I decided I needed a yummy sausage biscuit from Mac-a-donalds. (That's what my Papaw calls it.) I got in my car and started driving.
The drive was wonderful...until the turn onto Centennial and I got behind someone from Reno county who obviously cannot read speed limit signs. It was 35. We started at 30, 25, 20, somehow by the time we actually turned into McDonalds, we were going 5 mph. And then they decided to order $50 worth of food, asking for full menu options on each item.
At this point, I'm having a panic attack. I'm waiting for my turn in line (the other line was backed up) and creepy McDonalds dude walks past my car with a trash can and a devious grin. (A grin that he happened to be pointing in my direction.)
"OH COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream on the inside while soundly beating my steering wheel. (Sorry, Patrick. You're my favoritest car ever. You didn't deserve that.) I'm about to give up on the delightful biscuit that God surely created for my enjoyment when finally it was my turn to order. No drama there! Paid for my food, got my food, pulled around the corner and there was slow van again. "Ok, dude. Whichever way you're going, I'm NOT." (My speedometer wasn't even registering a speed at this point.) I finally get going, get around the roundabout, onto First street. Even more craziness from drivers, are you serious? A SCHOOL BUS just pulled out in front of me! WHAT?!?!?!?!?! (At this point, I'm sure I look like Bernard Black trying to do his taxes.)
It struck me that Someone was trying to teach me patience. Wouldn't it just be easier to teach everyone else in the world to drive properly and adhere to my schedule?
I did simmer down by the time I got to work. In fact, I was laughing pretty hard.
Oh, and the food was good.