One way to characterize our culture, now is "me, now" - lack of patience seems to be a national disease. Anxiety is the direct result of not having or being patient and anxiety is associated with many psychological and physical ailments. Anxiety just isn't good for you or anyone or anything around you.
I was stopped at a rural railroad crossing, the flashing lights were on, the barricades were down and there was another car stopped on the other side of the tracks in the other lane, then, up drives a newish large pick-up truck (yes it did have a driver). The driver stopped his vehicle, then backed up, proceeded around the other car and around the railroad barricade, he was not about to wait for the train. He had crossed the tracks, which put him about to hit the left front part of my large bumper, expecting me to back up out of his way, so that he could proceed on his way. I was watching the the show and just sat there looking at him in amazement. The show got even better when his arms started flailing around, he started yelling and gave me the finger. He knew that he didn't want to run into my rather large, strong front bumper, so after a few seconds, he backed up, scraping the barricade, spinning his tires and throwing gravel all about and drove off to where he had come from.
The slow moving train went by, the other driver and I just looked at each other with large grins, waved at each other and proceeded on our way. That impatient driver may have just epitomized the cultural lack of patience, with anxiety, but no one got hurt and it was a good show. Butch