5 is 5
Yesterday I waited 35 minutes for someone. He was supposed to arrive at 5pm. He arrived LATE at 5:35pm. No apology. No excuse. No acknowledgment. Grrrr. In my world, 5 is 5. If I make arrangements or have an appointment to meet someone or be somewhere at 5pm I usually arrive at 4:50pm. I'm so perfect. I don't understand lateness! It's bad planning. Bad etiquitte. I called the tardy man at 5:15 and was told he was halfway across town and was 'on his way'. How could you be on your way to somewhere where you were supposed to be 15 minutes ago? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!