The Waiting Game

Waiting is something we waste too much time doing all through our lives. Hasn't anyone got the message that this is not a rehearsal for life, but the real thing so we don't want to waste it by bloody waiting for everything.
We all wait in queues at the supermarket checkout (and I always get the slowest moving), we wait for the postman, buses, Dr's. You name it and you've got it, we wait for it.
This morning I got up very early because the nice man from the body repairers was coming to collect the car for the paintwork on the front bumper to be done. BEFORE YOU THINK IT.... I WAS NOT RESPONSIBLE.
I worked very hard all my life and as my old car was on it's last legs and there was a scrappage scheme, I worked out that I could just about afford to get myself a nice little car when I retired. So I did. I bought a nice, smart little Rolls Royce (otherwise known as a Kia Picanto).
Two weeks ago on a Monday morning, I was watching a lorry reversing out of a side road next to the house and keeping my beady eye on his rear as I did not want him to hit my car, when this stupid, myopic, idiot b*****d of a taxi driver decided that he could get his people carrier taxi , which must have been seven foot wide, through a six foot eleven inch gap between the back of a reversing lorry and my car. He also drove over the kerb of a planter and squashed the lavender bush then buggered off at top speed without stopping. I called the police because the lorry was stuck in the road anyway and reported the incident. I was told it was an offence not to stop after an accident, which I knew but the taxi drive obviously didn't. He scraped the paint on my bumper and now I have to pay from my pension to have it sorted because it will cost less than the excess on my insurance. (I will save insurance companies for another day!).
I can only wish that taxi driver well - I hope that the wheels fall off his wagon, that a plague of super rats destroy the electrics in his engine, that a flock of seagulls poop all over his taxi, that he gets crabs, scabies, lice and ringworm and that his wife gives him a Bobbitt then chucks him out. I'm a great believer in what goes around, comes around or divine retribution - call it what you like.
All that aside, I'm still waiting for the man to come and when I called about half an hour ago, they apologised profusely (I should think so too) but the last job took longer than they thought so they will collect tomorrow. And I will wait again!
P.S or should it be P.B - I aplogise if you wanted to leave a comment yesterday. I have gone into comments today and I think I've set it right.