I absolutely loathe that word!
It sounds the same to me as its close four-letter relative “fuck”.
And why may I ask? Why can’t you take care of me right away? Whose fault is it?
If you are not ready, it is because you didn’t plan well… or because you need more help.
If that is the case, you should hire somebody else…
No? Why not? Is it going to squeeze your profit margin? Is it going to affect your retirement plan?
Perish the thought!
“Wait” is detestable no matter when, where or why.
And it is definitely not a word that you want to hear when you are hauled to Emergency; but more often than not it is what you will be told.
It is surprisingly easy for a comfortably seated person to say that ugly word to somebody writhing in pain.
The clerk is used to suffering, in others.
All the people at the reception desk by the way, are chosen for their thick skin and very few things will trouble them.
Keep in mind that whenever we are told to wait, we are also paying for the privilege of waiting. If the service was “free” (another four-letter word) we wouldn’t mind that much. But most of the time we are paying good money for the pleasure of waiting…
“Your call is important to us…”
Everybody has heard that little ditty and very few people take it well, especially when you have heard it ad nauseam for the last 20 minutes.
If I could relive my life, I would like to do it in world devoid of “wait”.
I would have fewer wrinkles and would look and feel much better than I actually do.
To paraphrase comedian Steven Wright, I might try to take a course in speed waiting so that I can wait one hour in only ten minutes.
If you like me just a little, don’t aggravate my condition; please don’t use four-letter words in my presence.
Alain
