Generally speaking I'm extremely patient.
I'm usually last off the bus/plane/etc, last one to go up to the bar, last to go up to the buffet (there's always plenty - most everyone follows the Quina Rules when providing food). If there's a queue to get in somewhere I'll go somewhere else until the queue dies down. If I do have to be in a queue because there's no danger of it shrinking, I'll get in it, shut up, and play with my phone. While everyone else is moaning and tutting.
I neither enjoy nor see the point of joining "the rush" for things and kind of fighting to be first. Probably too many bad memories of the school dinner queue and everyone pushing and shoving. I'd rather wait an extra 5 minutes, it won't kill me and it means I don't have to join the whole "pigs around a trough" scenario
However:
Same, that's when I do get impatient.
Also, at work waiting for lunch time or home time.
And finally, if I am genuinely pressed for time (rare) and people are dawdling. The obvious example I can think of is buying my lunch from the Co-Op.





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