Young and The Restless

Tolerance requires patience and acceptance don't you think?  I was at a half-day conference full to capacity today and about 45 minutes into it, a woman squeezes down the isle and settles into the vacant seat next to me.  She was well prepared:  she had her blue tooth, her Blackberry, cheese danish, bagel, coffee and juice over ice.  In the next two hours she crunched ice, typed into her Blackberry with the long, glamorous nails that made an annoying click-a, click-a, click as she typed what I am sure was an urgent message.  She chomped and smacked on her danish and smeared cream cheese on her bagel and gnawed that into pulp.  She opened and closed her handbag and rustled peppermint paper and laughed at all of the Doctor's really bad jokes.  Part of the problem was that the information really required that I focused and listened and those who know me know how easily I am distracted and truthfully, YES, sometimes I am her.  When required to sit for long periods of time, I am restless, dis-engaged and not aware of how my fidgeting is impacting the others around me.  I could not move because the conference was packed and all of the seats were taken.  People were standing up on the back.  So I figured this was an lesson courtesy of the Universe and an opportunity to practice patience and to reflect on my own fidgeting and how very annoying it is.