Dear mr Wait.

I have a feeling that we've met before. Just briefly. Sort of me passing you on my hurried way out to reach something before I miss it (which I most certainly do anyway), and you sort of try to say hi, but even before you get your hand up to wave and long before I notice your kind and welcoming eyes, I just say "sorry! late! later, bye!" and run out the door, leaving you and your eyes longing for me, kinda worried, wondering when this brief meeting will have a deja vu. Maybe never. I'm not a very good disciple of yours. You see, I'm more of the Rush Hour kind of type. The I Don't Have Time For Waiting Can't You See How Busy And Important I Am-type. Or the Why Wait When You Can Try And Fail-type. Or Congratulations With Yet Another Dumbass Choice And We're Only Two Hours Into The New Day!-type.

Well. I guess you've met a lot of these types, haven't you? It seems familiar, doesn't it? Please say yes please say yes please say yes. I just need to know that I'm not the only non-waiting person in the world. That would make me a whole lot calmer. In fact, it wouldn't. It would make me even more restless. I sort of know that the majority of the world today haven't got time for anything. Not their lives. Not their anything. And that is NOT relieveing to know. Not for one second.

So.

When I pass you again, mr Wait... Could you please just pretend that you drop something from your hand, leaving me to pick it up and - to my surprise - I see that it's a flower with my name on it..? And then, maybe we could go for a coffee.. or something? I would like that..