I never had much patience, but as the years pile up, I find what little I had is stretching pretty thin.   I find I get impatient with people ahead of me at a buffet.  They either seem to want to stand and chat with each other while my stomach is growling, or they pick up, examine and then put down only to pick up again various items from the buffet table.  Or other times, they just seem to stand there and gnosh away!  Meanwhile, I'd like to dump them into the trash can along with their empty plate.  These people must be close cousins to the drivers who like to cut right in front of me then make an abrupt turn into a driveway.   Both members of homo sapiens seem to be oblivious to any other person in the universe - let alone, me fuming behind them.