Waiting

It's not my best thing, waiting. I can do it ok when I expect to wait and plan for it; like taking a book to the doctor's office. When I expected it by now and it's not there, well, I'm not very patient. Waiting for: the bike to be legal (today?), rear turn signals (tomorrow?) , saddle bags (small but sufficent, I hope), windshield, (ebay 2 days? If I get it.) , the mate to run for parts 170 miles round trip tomorrow."
Arrrrrrgh! I don't WANT a pickle!

(for those of you raised ignorant of Bob Dylan the next line is "just want to ride my mooooootercicile" to rhyme with pickle.)