Intolerance for waiting

Today was an interesting day. Nothing seemed to go as planned. I was with my two sisters and we had planned on working out/swimming. Swimming was out...it was like a monsoon outside at times. We had lunch, got to talking and talking and before we knew it......No time to work out!
My one sister heads home because she had to pick up her daughter from a birthday party and my other sister and I make appointments at the nail salon for manicures. We drive over to the salon and we got there about 10 minutes early. There is a huge TV in the salon and if you put me in front of a TV, I lose all track of time. My sister on the other hand...really hates waiting!
So 15 minutes goes by and my sister whispers to me "I'm not good at waiting." Hahaha, as if I did not already know that! I told her it had only been 5 minutes. She informed me it had been 15 minutes. Ding, ding, ding...round one - Cara 0, Tami 1. I had not even noticed. Then one of the women came over and told me she was ready for me. I followed her over and sat down. I looked back at my sister who rolled her eyes in her head.
I quickly realized that the girl sitting next to me was the hold up. She had arrived late for her appointment and had caused the woman that was doing her nails to fall behind and thereby causing my sister's face to get redder by the minute.
The girl could not have been more than 17 because I heard her talking about her having her senior pictures taken tomorrow. She kept changing her mind as to what she wanted and adding designs and glittery stuff. Every time she would ask for something else I would look over at my sister and think at any moment her head might blow off from sitting there waiting.
When she was finally done (over $50.00 later), I asked her if I could take a picture of her nails. I mean they were going to be the cause of a long conversation between my sister and I anyway. I had my Blip in mind too. I told her I wanted to have the photo in case I ever want to do this same design. (Lies, all lies) She was thrilled to let me do it.
Now my sister finally sits down next to me, the woman was apologizing and thanking my sister for her patience (baaahaaa!!) and for waiting. Now my sister starts explaining that she really is not good at waiting and goes on to explain that she has left doctor appointments when they made her wait too long. She also says that she changed pediatricians when they would make her sit too long with the kids waiting. The poor woman doing her nails just kept nodding in agreement and apologizing again. My sister adds that she actually felt her blood pressure going up as she was sitting there and this caused the woman to scrunch up her forehead in a very concerned look.
At this point, I start getting excruciating pains in my stomach. I do not know if it was something I ate or the nervous tension I was feeling but I was in the middle of getting my nails done so I felt trapped. I did not want to bolt to the bathroom and mess up my nails after all. I quietly lean over and tell my sister about it and this causes us both to start laughing. This just made my pains worse. I was wincing and fidgeting until I was done. It was the most stressful nail appointment I ever had ha-ha. Our nails do not look like this photo but I think they look better. No pain, no gain right???