Impatience

Gabriel had a job to do so simple, to travel on the tube one way, deliver a letter, and travel back. But instead of sitting quiet, everything irritated him: the noise, the crowds. But above all that he might miss lunch! He ran from the tube and made his lunch. Why worry about lunch. But nothing, even reading the office of readings, nothing helped. His mind dwelt on that lunch. Why can we not rid ourselves of impatience?