“You’re awfully fidgety,” the guy sitting in the chair next to me said.
I looked at my watch. “We’re getting nowhere fast,” I answered. “I’ve been sitting here for an hour waiting for my number to be called.”
“What’s your rush,” he asked.
“This is ridiculous,” I said.
“No,” he replied. “This is the Department of Motor Vehicles. Things move at a snail’s pace here.”
“I’ve got things I need to be doing,” I said. “I don’t have time to sit here and wait interminably, you know.”
The guy looked me over. “What do you do for a living?” he asked.
“I’m retired,” I answered.
“Retired?” he said. “Must be nice. So you’ve got someplace you’ve gotta be?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Any place but wasting my time here.”
“So why don’t you leave?”
“I need to get my driver’s license renewed before it expires in a few days and I can’t do it on the internet because I have to take the goddam written test and get my eyes tested.”
“Wow, it must suck to be you,” he said sarcastically.
I looked at him. “What do you mean by that?”
“I’ve been sitting here as long as you have and I’m taking unpaid time off from my job to be here,” he said. “Look around man. There are at least 200 people here waiting to renew licenses or register cars or take road tests or whatever other business they have with the DMV. Don’t you think we’re all in as much of a rush to get outta here as you are?”
“Look, pal,” I said. “I don’t care about other people. I just don’t like having to sit here and wait for my number to be called.”
“You know what they say, ‘patience is a virtue.’”
“Yeah, well I’m not feeling very virtuous today,” I said.
Just then a number was called and the guy I was talking with stood up and said, “That’s my number.” He then looked back at me and said, “Good things come to those who wait.”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “rush.”