I’m one of those people who hate running late. If I say I’m going to be in such and such a place at such and such a time, I’ll be there … if not early … but that’s a blog for another time. It drives me nuts when I realize that I’m going to be late for an appointment or meeting a friend. That’s where having a cell phone is invaluable. You can at least contact that person and let them know you’re on your way, albeit a few minutes late.
Then there are those who don’t give a damn when they’re late. They’ll just trot on in whenever, expecting those waiting for them to wave off the inconvenience … whatever. Sorry, I’m not that way. If someone is invited to dinner at 6:00 and they’re not there by 6:15 … too bad. You’ll be eating a cold dinner, and probably well after everyone else is done.
I understand circumstances causing you to run behind. Traffic is the prime offender, but at least let me know so that I’m not sitting there twiddling my thumbs waiting.