[Note: Written on 2/12/2011]
Today at lunch, I had a visceral reaction to having to wait for my food. I was incredibly hungry, but when I saw the chef place our completed orders onto the counter, I literally had to fight back the urge to get up and grab the plates myself. Had our waitress not come back out a few moments later, I don't know that I would have been able to keep myself from doing so.
It has been a long, long time since I have experienced an emotion of such tremendous impatience.
It was a physical sensation; my skin itched from the desire to begin my meal.
I do not know why this emotion struck me so strongly or why, perhaps, this particular reuben with fries was so pertinent to my existence at the moment.
But I do know that I did not like the compulsion one bit.