Chinese water torture pales in comparison to the second hand ticking away, hurdling over milliseconds on its 60 count journey.
Tick, Tick, Tick drums on in my ears, then echoes like a church bell in an opera house. Twelve minutes past our arranged meeting time, and still no knock on my front door.
The anxiety brought on by this unprecedented delay,tightens and twists my insides, causing me to throw my nerve wracked body against the wall.
Thoughts of betrayal and conspiracy gather behind my searching eyes, as I look out the window, pacing back and forth, to and fro, again again and once more, searching for the arrival of the missing piece to a pre arranged appointment.
The phone is cold, lifeless and heavy in my hand, as I bring the already ringing technology to my ear. No answer. Why, is this happening i wonder in sweat drenched panic.
Where is my dang pizza. I ordered like a thousand hours ago.
I'm Starving!