Waiting, it’s like watching paint dry.
The time goes on and the paint shrinks slightly, maybe wrinkles as the water evaporates.
I’m sitting with my phone waiting for a call, hoping that it will ring soon….
Still waiting, another hour gone.
Still waiting, the paint is half dried, now it’s tacky…
Oh what can I do while I’m waiting? I can’t go out, because I need to be here when it happens. I will ring the number….
Oh no! No answer! Are they on their way? Not answering because they are driving? Where are they coming from. Is there traffic? Are there traffic jams?
Waiting…. Time trickles through the hourglass faster and slower. The paint is almost dry. The fine grain of the brush strokes smoothing out.
A call! We are on our way, but, (there is always a ‘but’) there is a major accident….. On the motorway….. Grid lock….. Have to change our eta…. Etc….
The paint is cracking and peeling…. They never arrived. Now I’m waiting again for someone new 😕