Our garbage company just called.
Pick-up will be delayed by one day this week.
We are in the midst of a short cold-snap, with wind chill temperatures near -30.
That’s not Minnesota-cold, but cold enough.
I’m glad the company took steps to let the workers wait out the most dangerous of these temperatures.
It’s supposed to spike up to a balmy +30 by tomorrow.
Hopefully customers will be patient and not grumble about the delay.
But, let’s face it.
We live in a 24-7, on-demand, customized society.
Waiting (regardless of the reason) is not our strong suit.
Not too long ago people were slamming delivery companies for failing to deliver packages in time for Christmas.
Never mind that some of those disgruntled, present-less consumers had ordered the products at the 11th hour and expected the delivery companies (during one of their busiest times of the year) to deliver with magical Santa Claus-like around-the-world-in-one-night-to-every-home-down-every-chimney speed.
Delayed gratification is quickly becoming a lost art.
We are too quickly “put out” when things don’t happen lickety-split right at our command.
This is not to say we should excuse poor customer service or slap-dash performance.
Quality and excellence are noble goals.
Nor do we ignore times when “above and beyond” are needed for personal health and safety.
But nine times out of ten, it’s not a matter of life or death.
It’s a matter of having a little patience.
After all, patience is a virtue and a genuine “fruit of the Spirit.” (Galatians 5:22)
Perhaps we would all be better off if we could find it within ourselves to do one simple thing: