  And We Wait... Once in college I helped a friend and participated in a brain wave study. My friend applied small goo filled receptors to points on my scalp.
Once secured I was put through a variety of mental challenges with visual and audio stimulation. All the while I was instructed to move as little as possible. After the test I was told that I was the most still and patient person to have come through the lab. Last weekend I stood by a fence post for three hours straight. I was directing traffic. During my three hour shift a total of 7 cars drove by - note that three of the cars drove past me twice!
Now granted I was bored - but I occupied myself and made it though without much trouble. so why is it (if I have been blessed with all this patience) that 47 seconds in line at the DMV has me fidgiting like I sat on an ant hill? While in line today I must have looked at my watch 15 times - and that was just in the first 3 minutes.
I counted heads of people in front trying to estimate my wait time. I smiled nicely at the clerks who were delighted to be taking their sweet old time. I tried counting in my head. I was internally yelling at people who didn't mve up to the open wondow quick enough. I actually developed a stomach ache waiting to be told that my paperwork was insuffecient. What is it about the DMV? 
