I can be impatient. I stick to the left lane on highways, always know exactly how many pages are left in a chapter, and didn't wear a watch until this year because I couldn't handle seeing the minutes go by in lecture. I walk quickly, I eat quickly, and I take absurdly long showers because, well, showers are great. But I'm getting off topic. The point is, I can be impatient.
Which is why this (fairly) recent Bwog post, about the efforts of a few freshmen to teach their fellow first-years a lesson in elevator etiquette, caught my attention.
