My sister’s husband is driving me nuts. He always has to be Doing Something NOW RIGHT NOW. He can’t stand just sitting around chatting or lingering over a meal. If other people are doing something too slowly, he wanders off; we temporarily lost him at a farmer’s market yesterday. I have no idea how he survived a trip to France, where lingering over meals is just what people do.
…and then my mom got a call from a friend’s sister telling her that her friend had a stroke, and he’s acting all impatient and resentful that we’re not going out yet. He’s obsessed with the form of politeness but doesn’t understand the matter: he makes a fetish of saying “please” and “thank you,” even among family and close friends (he complained to my mother about the fact that when I was visiting my sister I said “I assume there’s coffee” instead of “may I please have some coffee”), but he’s visibly impatient and even just wanders off when people aren’t eating fast enough for him, and apparently his need to be Doing Something is more important than a friend’s medical problem.