When we wait for people to arrive, leave, maybe come back to us we’re the ones waiting for them. When we wait for a package to be delivered, for the results to arrive, for the next chance to do something we are waiting for opportunities to drop into our lap. We spend a lot of time waiting for what’s coming round the bend next and a lot of us have gotten very good at it, and consequently good at sniffing out chances at many and varied challenging and pleasing things to add to our lives. So waiting, though sometimes tedious, is not always a bad thing. Most of us think of ourselves as the one who waits, but, given the nature of the activity/pastime, there must be more than a few people waiting for us a lot of the time. When we do think of those waiting for us we generally either brush it off and show up late or not at all, or we worry and worry and put ourselves in the path of danger trying to hurry. If we as waiter stopped to think of we as waitee, we might not hurry or worry quite so much; not allow ourselves to fall into a mood too negative to be worthwhile when you arrive or your late one arrives. Besides, it’s easier just to let someone know you’re running late, isn’t it?