Maybe it’s my genetic ethic, or conscientious parents and their rearing techniques, or maybe the threat of being beaten by nuns, but I have always been on time. Let me restate that, I am always at least 20 minutes early if left to my own devices.
On the other hand I live in a word that is perpetually 20 minutes late. My wife is getting better, though. She has whittled it down being five minutes past the time I want to leave for anything. This is progress because she used to be a half hour late.
There are people I know that you can set a watch by in regards to their lateness. Last weekend I was teamed up with a consistently late person to do some volunteer work. I was at our meeting place twenty minutes early and she was her usual 20 minutes late. That meant there was a 40 minute void between our arrival times. Had I trusted my instincts I would have been able to squeeze in a good 40 minute nap. I need to resign to the fact that certain people will always be late and that’s OK; just as long as I can count on that not changing. I’d hate to be woken up by a late person that finally made it on time.