Being in a hurry & becoming impatient with people slower than you that hinder you to quickly reach your goal - runs hand in hand.
If I go to work & buy my daily bread roll just some minutes before I enter my tram to my working place which usually needs about half a minute it gets a bit tedious if there are more than one person stands in row before me I have to calculate the time I need to get my poppy-seed roll, because my tram doesn't wait & if the row is too long I have to leave & go without breakfast to my office but sometimes it's not a row of people, but just one single one person often a single old lady who needs so much time to chose & ask & decide under all these different kinds of breads of breads, rolls, cakes, cookies etc. - which needs soo much time, that I get enervated & give up to just reach my tram well nothing against olderly ladies they have the right to chose & be undecisive for any long time they want, but I'd prefer, they wouldn't do that just in front of me in the line..
so today I was driving slowly on the sidewalk with my bike home the small street with parking cars & tram line seemed on this place a bit to dangerious to drive there for me - usually I come well along with pedestrians, because I drive cautious & carefully & really slowly if I come close to pedestrians. - & well there was this old lady in front with which I just couldn't pass, because when I wanted to pass her on the right, she turned to the right & otherwise so I was slowly driving behind her, waiting for my chance to pass her the chance came on the next crossing just some meters before the traffic lights, when the sidewalk got much broader but just when I wanted to take my chance & pass by her, she abruptly changed her course to just step in my way I had even to get off my bike & of course missed the still green traffic lights but at least succeeded while crossing that street to overtake her -
so while about 20 meters in front of her I heard a faint call, which repeated I was just about to drive on, but curiously looked book who was shouting for whom -
It was the olderly lady, which, while seeing her face now, was very old - & I noticed that she was calling me while I gave her attention, she pointed to some place on the side of the street behind her I watched & noticed it as my yellow linnen bag, with my new Harry Potter volume inside, which had apparently just fallen of the package porter of my bike while I quickly went there & thanked her so much & picked up my precious bag up she begged off to me, because she could only speak with a very faint voice anymore - I said 'thank you' again & thought it was probably me who had to excuse..