According to my husband, half his life is wasted waiting. Waiting for me is his biggest bugbear, waiting in airports is not so bad
as his other bugbear – waiting in traffic. Half my life is spent at traffic lights he says but I know that is simply not true.
As some time is spent in queues. Perhaps waiting is a way devised to enforce some unwanted relaxation on those that like to be on the move all the time.
Waiting is also a good way to get the gastric juices going as the passing smells make you drool.
Not only do people wait wondering what comes next.
All focused, all ready, all waiting.
Arriving early to an event means that sometimes you wait alone
Sometimes (if you are not like my husband) patiently.
In response to Weekly Photo Challenge