I hate waiting

Today, I walk out after a tolerable day at work, and find this.

So, I fill it up with air and go to the world of Marts on the Wal. Sure no problem we can patch it...wait you have no tread blah blah blah state law blah blah blah 2 seconds.

I think..." I don't care goober! Fix it so I can go home.!" I say something much nicer though, and walk inside, waving off my friend who followed me there, only to be told they don't have my tire. Now, I know my 2002 Toyota Corolla is a rare and exotic vehicle, so I completely understand.

Five minutes later after deciphering instructions o a nearby Pep Boys, the only place still open as it is now 6:00, through mumbling and a thick accent, I get told to go inside and ask the guy there if he can help me cause the other guy is going home and apparently can't be bothered.

I go inside, and wait. and wait. and wait. That should have been a clue as to the rest of the evening. Eventual;ly they decide they can help, and have my tire, (Hallelujah!) but it will be around an hour and a half. Left with no option if I actually wanted to get home, I waited. I browsed the Barnes and Noble nearby, taking note of the tripe that is popular literature for the most part. And then, guess what? I waited.

And waited.

Then, waited some more.

At 9:15, I walked out of Pep Boys with a car that I can drive, and an hour and 12 minutes later,( a new record) I make it home.

Not a fun night, but I did learn patience, and waiting, and trust in God. And, that may even make it worth the bigger balance on the credit card.