I had a contest with the Gulf of Mexico to see if I could grow a tomato or if she could grow a tire faster. I saw my tomato today and ran across the street.
We are calling it a tie, but I think the ocean cheated.
In other words if a doctor is one minute late in calling me I ask what the problem is. There is never a good reason. So I leave and go to one of the other eight doctors in the same strip mall. Most people do not do that, they happily let the doctor waste their time. But then they go to the restaurant they grumble constantly about how long everything is taking. And the waitresses have probably a harder job to do than any of them. I often wish things at the restaurant would take a little longer. Especially the deciding what to order. That is the hardest part. I guess the point of the story is to be nicer to your waitresses.
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