There are inarguable certainties that accompany the aging process.
Receding hairline? Check. Well, to be accurate, no hairline.
Expanding waistline? Check – sort of. I like to think I’m fighting the good fight against that one. But in full disclosure it’s a lot harder now than when I was 25.
And perhaps more importantly than the physical deterioration, less patience? Absolutely!
My waning lack of patience has progressed to the point where if I’m in the rare mood for a quick-service meal, I refuse to go to the drive through and sit there idling while the cashier inevitably screws up the orders of the cars in front of me.
Ditto for the bank. I will not be held hostage behind someone who decided they need $200 in quarters and simultaneously requests a stack of deposits or money orders to boot.
Which brings me to the topic de jour of which I’m only going to say once.
Now that we’re post April 15th, I will again restart my conversations with potential successor and seller firms.