Why are people late? I tend to be early to everything. Hell, I was two weeks early to my own birth. I take the time to figure out where I need to be, when I need to be there and how long it will take for me to get there. It’s not rocket science… okay, I’m sure that some of these factors are part of rocket science, but there has to be more to it or people wouldn’t say: “well you’re no rocket scientist”. But back to the point… why are people late?
Occasionally late is understandable. You’re driving down the road and a yak is hit by a Guinness truck closing all lanes of the freeway until they can get the yak’s head out of the driver’s ass; this makes a few moments of tardiness acceptable. But some people are habitually late. We’re talking on such a regular basis that you can factor in the tardiness into the time equation and lie to them about the time something starts so they arrive a couple minutes early (leaning toward rocket science again). This type of person is only annoying until you start using scratch paper when setting up a date.
Then there is the other type of late person. That no matter what you do, they will be late. If you leave the entire day open for them, they will show up right as you’ve given up and are headed for bed. If you tell them to be at your house at 1 pm, about 5 pm you will have to call them to find out that they are on their way, factoring in the 15 minutes it should take (more rocket science) you are completely astounded when they arrive at 7:45 pm. And let’s not forget the attempts to remedy this by picking them up. This is usually met by them still being asleep at 2 pm and after the 15 minutes of pounding on the door to wake them they inform you that they need to get ready which in late-person speak means another hour and a half.
Being on time is not that difficult. Buy a watch, get an alarm clock, make a freaking effort. Or maybe I’m wrong… maybe it is tougher than rocket science, because I’ve heard of launches being delayed.
Tiffany, who is currently 2 hours late, has inspired this rant. Where the hell are you?