Holding dead still for an MRI. Times when 6 seconds feels like 6 hours: Waiting for the airplane's only engine to recover after hastily switching fuel tanks after absent mindedly letting the engine run one dry. Hitting the right buttons to clear the porno off your screen and get the spreadsheet up when the boss walks in on you. Times when 6 trillionths of a second feels like half an hour: Waiting for the guy in front of you at the stoplight to notice it's turned green and get going.
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(airportkid @ Jul 27 2007, 08:48 PM) [snapback]486525[/snapback]</div> GOOD ONE'S, I was afraid no one would get this thread, LOL . anyone else?
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(airportkid @ Jul 27 2007, 11:48 PM) [snapback]486525[/snapback]</div> That 6 seconds / 6 hours sounds bad as a pilot, but I can tell you... when you do not know what is going on, it's really horrid for a passenger!
You're the passenger and the driver falls asleep at the wheel. You slide both ends of your motorcycle on black ice. A favourite smell reminds you of something long ago and far away.
When you spouse walks in the room and you can't close the window from a chat room because of a pop up.....geez.
When you have to pee and there is another person there, and you freeze because you can't stand that... Not that it's happened to me.
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(TJandGENESIS @ Jul 28 2007, 11:00 PM) [snapback]486978[/snapback]</div> How about when you are in a stall at work and someone else comes in while you're doing <uh hemmm> your business.
60 seconds feels like 60 minutes... When you're at the dealership, waiting for them to "clean" your newly purchased vehicle When you work for your father, who is standing over your shoulder watching you install.. A sink. When your girlfriend says "I'm..." and pauses before saying "Pregnant"
Stopped at a "long" stop light. Every vehicle around you is idling and you are not. You wonder why those other vehicles continue to idle and emit pollutants . . . .
60 seconds feels like 60 minutes... In line at a store, and the person in front of you starts writting their check AFTER all items have been rung.
When they're removing the second surgically implanted rod from your wrist, sans painkillers, and this one appears to have grown a fondness for the bone it was inserted through, unlike the first one.
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(box @ Jul 29 2007, 10:18 AM) [snapback]487047[/snapback]</div> Waiting for the home pregnancy test to change colors.