I struggle with impatience. Not with my friends or family as much as I do with complete strangers. Trust me; I know this is an ugly trait. I detest seeing it in other people, and I am ashamed when I am guilty of such needless and mean behavior.
I have worked on it. I made a commitment to myself that if I were unnecessarily short with someone, I would go back and apologize. I have done it, many times. I am pleased to report that knowing I would have to come back with my tail between my legs and say “I’m sorry,” has resulted in a significant improvement in my “impatience outages”.
Impatience Got The Best Of Me And It Was Ugly
I find lessons in life often come in “random people packages.” Issues that we still need to work on to refine character come through scenarios in which we unexpectedly find ourselves. I love it when this happens. I am such a visual and emotional learner that “life lessons” speak volumes to me.
I was at the airport last night waiting to check in. I was tired, and the glacial pace of the check-in agents was starting to fray my last nerve. I took some deep breaths and tried to distract myself. I could feel my tension starting to elevate. The girl two in front of me, an eon ago, had gone to an open agent spot in the middle. After a quick greeting to the agent, she flicked through pages on her phone to find her ticket. She couldn’t find it. There was more flicking and phone searching. Where this ticket could be buried among all those open apps, I do not know, but the agent just stood silently by. Flick, flick, flick.
The fellow just in front of me took up on “Flicker’s” left. Within seconds it was established that the airlines had voided his flight. Like, just erased his history of ever having made the ticket purchase. The agent, after a significant amount of furrowed-brow screen-staring, got on the phone to sort out the contradictory issue of having a hard ticket in her hand for which there was no corresponding computer evidence. He was “tres” nonplussed. He clearly was a seasoned traveler – slip-off shoes, casual sports coat, well-worn duffle.
Truth be told, I was getting “plussed” enough for both of us. I had been waiting for exactly nine and half minutes for one of these stations to vacate. But, wait, I am omitting the best part. There was a third agent station. Let me describe the scene. Four people and two agents were crowded around something extremely important in front of the desk. To be commandeering so much time, it must be something serious. Perhaps it was a suspect piece of luggage or some highly concerning contraband. Nope, not drugs or questionable aerosols, it was a puppy.
The two agents were in front of the counter petting the crook of the owner’s arm where the little furry black and white head emerged. I softened for about a millisecond. But as the agent’s continued their complete disregard for the ever-elongating cue of people I caught the eye of a dad, several travelers, back. This guy, disheveled and clutching a two-year-old looked completely exasperated. (Bad sign for the front end of a flight.) He looked at me with pleading eyes, “Do Something!!” (At least that is what I thought he was trying to communicate.)
I knew I had to take action.
I walked past “Voided Flight” and “Flicker” and right up to the agent standing with the puppy group. I said, “Excuse me.” “Ya, hi. Is it possible that ONE of the TWO of you could ATTEND to a CUS-TOM-MER?” I’ll admit, the harshness factor came out a little higher than intended. I waited. It took her a second to decide how to respond. She chose to smile and say, “Certainly, I was just finishing checking in these people.” (From around the front of the agent desk, bent over, cooing in the face of a ten week old, “Tri-Color Coton Du Tulear.” )
Silently we did the business of getting checked in. She gave short questions. I gave short answers. I wanted to be sure my performance was adequately portraying my sense of injustice for having been kept waiting. I nailed it.
Just as I was about to leave she said, “Oh, Mrs. Denniston, I see on your digital phone ticket that your gate assignment says C3, It shows on my screen it has been changed to C18. I just wanted to make sure that you knew.”
“Oh…..Thanks.”
Now I felt like an idiot; she didn’t have to tell me that. The “You should apologize” signal, that I have grown to recognize like and old friend, tapped me on the shoulder. I don’t know why, but I brushed it off, pursed my lips and made haste.
Once through security, I hiked the half mile, briefcase slipping off my shoulder every ten steps, down to C18. If you have been in the Seattle airport, you know that the C gates trek is long. C18 is the very last gate.
Odd. No one at C18. I looked around. There was the reader board. Better just confirm…..
I smiled, then I laughed. Like really hard. “Flight to Phoenix….C3.”
Puppy-loving ticket agent – 1. Impatient curly blond – 0. Well done.
I am sure I miss many of them, but I love when I can say “I just got schooled” by a particular event or scenario. I believe we have the opportunity to be taught these lessons regularly. Do you recognize them? Do you look for them? This week I challenge you to look for instances where a lesson may be at hand. What is it? Why now? What would you do differently if faced with the situation again? They can be tiny, they can be remarkable, but I think they are all valuable.
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28 Responses
I can relate to your story so well as patience isn’t my best virtue, regardless how cute puppy was there was an a certain lack of professionalism on the part of the agents, it’s their job to clear up those long lines as quickly as possible and not play cute. I tend to miss those ‘schooled moments’ at the time they happen and they hit me in the head hours later like a bullet to the brain.
Yup,but at least you recognize them eventually! So that is good! 🙂 I am working on that as well.
I have been here more times than I like to admit. My impatience has caused me to lose it when I should have been more professional. lately, I catch myself and before I go over the top. I take a deep breath and think of something less frustrating:)not sure how long it is going to work but I am trying
Patience is something I need to work on this year! I try to work on the way I react to a situation. The check in agents would have annoyed as well though. The last place you want to be is standing around waiting.
It was a little ridiculous! Haha. I more wrote it as a satirical piece so hopefully everyone knows I did not take t too seriously.
Great blog posts I have not encountered issues at airport before like your experience, but I would not want that to happen to me.
It was pretty funny in the end, but yes would not want it to happen again.
omg!! cant bealive the agent told you to go to the wrong gate!! im not a very patient person either i totally understnd you!!! i do get a little disrepectful with people but i always try to count to 10 and take a dip breath, usually helps me to calm down but im still in a bad mood. still trying!!!
Me too! Ha ha . Always good to have a little universal feedback to keep you on track!
I don’t know how to feel about this story, if I am being honest. On the one hand, I get becoming impatient at the airport. It is practically designed to make you angry at the world. I also get why the agent would be a little bothered, but I dont think it was right of her to lie to you.
Agreed. But it did make me laugh. xo
Oh yeah, I am SO impatient. This shows the worst when I’m driving and in traffic. I’m working on it.
That agent was a sneaky one!
Is seriously can not blame her though!
I can totally relate!! I’m super impatient myself and I sometimes find myself struggling to stay calm and away from very sarcastic remarks… 🙂
Thanks for stopping by and I am glad I am in good company!
I can totally relate to your story because I am very impatient too! I’m trying to work on it, but it isn’t easy!
It is an ongoing battle!
I used to be very impatient, which is not a good thing. It only gave me anxiety, more stress, and yeah I felt so ugly.
Then I decided to just go with the flow like water lilies. And everything change. Now, waiting is sweeter for me.
Well except when am waiting for a cab home… that makes me impatient.
I love you comment. I am going to be more “water lily” from now on!
the fact we get taken by emotions and thoughts and our impatience takes the better of us keep reason to be better in being more patient, your post is nice and a good read. glad the end of it all teaches us to be better in acts and judgements.
You were always patient with me…or were you? Nope pretty sure you I was never the recipient of the “bad” Heather. I always thought, and still do, of you as graceful and soulful.
That said, limited patience here and I too will apologize once I recognize that I have overtly expressed my displeasure…usually.
John!!!! So great to see your comment. How are you? I miss your humor. One of my favorites for sure!! (Not supposed to have favorites as a doctor….or is that a parent….anyhooo.)I hope you are well. I would love an update.
I am SO impatient especially in exactly this type of situation. where there’s sloow people and very unhelpful staff, and with ke being super shy to complain- so frustrating.
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I totally relate to this story! I am one of those super impatient people and I am trying to get better .
Brilliant post Heather! Yet again you’ve dished up another life lesson in the most skillful and entertaining way:)
Thanks DOM! I love seeing your comments pop up. Thank you for stopping by. xoxo
We all get impatient sometimes, it’s just a part of being human honey! I’ve definitely been one upped by someone I was impatient with as well, it happens.
Impatience is ugly most of the time, but we can learn to do better. Thank goodness for second chances!