I am the most patient person. Really, I am. People get annoyed at my patience.
When I was a fifteen year old Counselor In Training at sleep away camp, I had to wait tables, all the 15 year olds did. But this silly camp foolishly assigned me to my little sister's table. All summer long the girls at the table tried to see just how far they could push me. Every time I would return to their table with something for them they would make another request. I'd run back and forth to the kitchen the whole time the kids were in the dining hall. I did see the other waitresses sitting around and watching their tables eat but never thought much about it. At the end of the summer there was an award ceremony. Never expecting anything was up, they gave me the worn out shoe award, because I had gone 7 1/2 of the 8 weeks of the summer totally unaware of what was going on. I just ran back and forth, back and forth, and I never said a word. I almost didn't get the joke. But the last three days of being a waitress were awfully easy.
This patience of mine just comes naturally. I don't do anything intentional to seem patient, I just am. I must have been born that way.
However- there is one sure fire way to bring me to the end of my rope. Whine. It is probably the only little thing in this world, that I have absolutely no patience for. As a matter of fact the sound of whining makes me some what homicidal. I hear it and want to destroy the source. When I taught school I had a big "No Whining" sign up in my classroom. My students didn't whine. My own children were taught early on that they get nothing by whining. They don't whine.
Devil Dog has a new habit. You guessed it- whining. She whines when we eat. She whines to go out. She whines for a pet. She whines to play fetch. Whine whine whine. I just do not like her enough to put up with all this whining. It is worse than the ankle biting. Any one want a whiny dog?
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