The other day I was waiting at a bus stop. I wasn't waiting for the bus. I just wanted to see what it felt like to wait for a bus.
It is no different than waiting for anything else. As the bus's scheduled arrival time neared the younger waiters began to get fidgety and nervous. They paced and walked into the street trying to help the bus to get there faster. The older people just sat and patiently waited.
The bus came and went, leaving me and a dirty old pan handler waiting on the bench.
He looked at me and said, "I don't have any money to help you out but if I did I would."
I gave him a five and walked back into my world.