I am waiting.
It feels as though I spend most of my life waiting.
It's an art, really. We have whole rooms assigned for people who are waiting ... and waiting. It is often masked with coffee, snacks, TV, magazines and dreamy bland music; underneath, it’s still … waiting.
Funny how something as common as waiting can change a normally calm person into an impatient, angry creature skulking in chairs … their frustration growing with each minute of waiting.
I am all about getting on with it; so waiting, for me, is a waste of time.