I am genetically incapable of being late. While you might think this would be a good thing, in our world today it actually should qualify me as legally disabled. Whatever the designated time is, I arrive between 2 and 5 minutes early. This happens even if I am consciously trying to be late. Meanwhile, all my friends and acquaintances are falling all over themselves to see who can be the latest. I joke with a friend of mine that when he says “5:30,” that really means “5:45,” and if he says “5:30ish,” that means 6 or after.
Let’s face it, folks, being habitually late is just a passive-agressive way of asserting that you’re the most important person in the room. I used to have a 20-minute threshold – 20 minutes after the appointed meeting time, I would just leave. I’m thinking of shortening that to 10 minutes. If I can be on time for every single appointment, I think the rest of the world should make it at least 50 percent of the time. And that’s all I have to say about that.