A car of mine has been in desperate need of a new oil pan for months, and it is currently sitting on jack stands in the garage. The new pan, gasket, and bolts are sitting in the back seat, so why isn't the pan on the bottom of the engine?
I'll give you some hints as to the culprit: Only it will tell, nobody ever seems to have enough of it, and Pink Floyd wrote a song about it. No, I'm not talking about LSD - I'm talking about time.

In our modern age, this connected world has led us to expect the fulfillment of our desires in short order. I want my MTV, and I want it NOW! In the movie Castaway, Tom Hanks' character sums it up well: "87 hours is an eternity. The cosmos was created in less time." Nobody likes waiting for things. Why would you, after all? But I can say personally that nothing is worse than having to wait for something that other people don't have to wait for.
As the oldest sibling of three, I was adamantly forbidden from seeing the aforementioned PG-13 movie, Castaway,




















