Weary of being a “waiter”


I just realized my main occupation in life has been that of “waiter.”  No, not a restaurant server, a waiter on life.

I wait in line at the supermarket’; wait at Starkville’s notorious ill-timed traffic lights; or wait for someone to arrive.  Worse still, I wait for the next vacation; wait to make more money; or wait to lose those 10 pounds before I can really start living.

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