I Hate Waiting

I hate waiting.    When I want to do something, I want to do it NOW.  Not later. NOW.  I've never been very good at waiting.  I'm usually early to everything.  I don't understand people who think it's alright to be late.  Even the "fashionably" late set.  I don't get them. 
Whopper was the same way.  Whenever it was time to go out, especially if I piddled around getting things together before we left, he would be shaking in anxiety driven ecstasy.  The longer I took, the more he'd shake and the louder his protests.  They would start out as little whimpers ratcheting up to full-throated barks if I took too long.  So much for "relax and just be".  Not when he wanted something.