by Debra DuPree Williams @DDuPreeWilliams
I don’t know about you, but I don’t wait well. I really hate to admit that, but it’s true. I can’t stand to wait in line for much of anything. I love the activities at Disney, but I hate the lines. Going out to dinner anywhere in Florida is a nightmare, but forget Friday or Saturday nights. The lines are impossible. I’d rather eat at home than to wait forty-five minutes for a table in even the best restaurants in town.
Yes, I know that doesn’t speak well of me. But it’s a part of who I am.
Patient Child
When I was a child, my mother told me that I was one of the most patient people she knew. I’d spend hours at a menial task, such as untangling a knot in a favorite necklace. Things such as that still don’t bother me too much. It’s the lines I can’t tolerate.
