Are you on time for things?

I hate habitual lateness in other people because it's an insult to me and what they consider my time to be worth, so I am always punctual.
 

Almost always early. And I'm pretty intolerant of chronic lateness in others.

I grew up in a household where lateness ruled our lives. I'll spare you the anecdotes, but it was insane.
 

Always..and, ever...having started with my parents' example...
carried into my/our family.
 
I'm usually early for doctors appointments or getting my taxes done recently. I'd rather wait in the car a few minutes than worry about being late.

A few years ago I was waiting in my car at a dental specialist. Got there early because I had never been there. While waiting a van drove up and a handcuffed and shackled male was escorted in with a guard. I remember thinking 'well he'll never see a bill like I will.' Even with insurance it's always some co-pay.
 
I don't know how it happens, but I'm always late. Not late late, but coming after everybody. I once got up several hours earlier and was not going to late for class. On my way to the college, a slow moving Army convoy, which stretched for miles blocked the intersection, and I was late. It has been made known to me, that the gods have determined that my being on time,, will destroy the earth. So, to prevent the destruction of the planet, I have to be late.
Thank you.
 
Other than medical appointments, which I’m always early for, I really don’t have anything to be on time for anymore.

I don’t like dinner guests arriving 1/2 hour early, nor I do that to them.
 
All my clocks and wrist watches are 10 minutes early., therefore I'm never late and don't get booked in parking stations for over-staying. As I'm 30 Klms from the airport I have to leave 2 hours before the flight because I have to rely on taxis and trains.
 
Like most have stated, I'm usually early for most things.

My problem has always been not being totally prepared ahead of time.
During my travels, always had a certain bag that was always packed and ready to go.
But sometimes, I might borrow something from it and forget to put it back.
When it comes time to head out, I'm running around trying to find whatever it was.
Many times, the wife had to send me a 'Care Package' to replace said items.

I never really learned my lesson, still do it and it drives her crazy.
 
I do not wear a watch, never have, never will. I know where I need to be, when I need to be there. I take into account traffic, bad weather, construction that might slow things down. I am for the most part early, there may be the occasional disruption, detour that could impede my progress as I do not have a cell phone or GPS.
 
When the fashion industry coined the term: 'Fashionably Late,' I did wonder if they had my wife in mind. In her working life as a paramedic in the ambulance service, she worked shifts. No matter whether it was an early start, a late start or even a nightshift, getting ready and getting to work, on time, was like a daily uphill challenge. Her tardiness towards punctuality is legendary, so much so, that I deliberately state that the function we are going to starts at a time, one hour before it actually does, and still it's all a rush.

Mind you, she is in good company. Did you know that Liz Taylor kept a crowd waiting so long at Cannes in 1987 that they were booing when she arrived. At least she had a sense of humour about it. At her instruction, her funeral started 15 minutes behind schedule.

Modern technology has made twenty minutes late the new acceptable. Sometime last summer, I was having a fitting at my tailor's in the morning and my wife had an appointment of her own. We arranged to meet for lunch at a favourite ye olde worlde pub in Salisbury. To my dismay I was delayed by a bus that had broken down. "She will have me on toast," I thought, as I neared the venue, then smiled as I recognised her in the car in front of me. Just then my phone rang: "Hello my lover," came my cheery wife's voice, "I won't be a minute, I'm just in the pub car park." "Don't tell porkies," I said. (Porkies, cockney rhyming slang......porky pies, lies.) look in your rear view mirror. She did and treated me to her beautiful smile, it gets to me every time. Late or not, I love her dearly.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.

Back
Top