What takes too long?
Dinner when I am hungry. Getting to a restroom on a trip after
drinking too much coffee. Flights over
the Atlantic. A novel being read by the first reader and editor. Waiting for the birth of a baby. Medicine to
kick in so the pain stops. Really, there are a lot of things that take to long. I don't always have the most patience.
Getting to a restroom on a trip after drinking
too much coffee is the activity that plagues me the most. My poor family. If we go on a trip that
starts in the morning, I have to stop within the first thirty minutes or so. I would say this is old age, but it is all
the coffee. Sure, I should just not drink the blasted evil brew. However, if I
didn't drink coffee, my family would then leave me home. I get grumpy without the stuff.
Last month, we drove to Bozeman for a graduation
party. We were running a little late for
the event because of an unexpected errand at the last minute. We drove to Townsend, but I was sure I could
make it the hour and twenty minutes to our destination. Fifteen miles later, I regretted the
decision. Yes, we stopped at Wheat so I could save my poor bladder. Thank goodness for truck stops and rest
stops.
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