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..
