Lateness!
Eric rang me up at 0810hr today to confirm that he was going to meet me at 0820hr so we could go to school together. I thought it was cool to so I agreed and he asked about my readiness to leave the house and I replied with something similar to almost immediately.
He acknowledged and put down the phone. Fine. I wasn’t that ready so I rushed a little and got things done and was on time as agreed.
What happened next was almost predictable. He was late. Great! I called him up at 0830hr to inquire about his location because he was obviously so damn late and I had to decide if it was sane to continue waiting. He picked up the phone and replied with an almost irritated tone, damn him! WTF, I mean he was late and he had the guts to do so! That wasn’t so cool.
And we ended up in a cab so we could reach the school in time. What an assbag!
And he wondered why I had to do this!
Actually it’s all in jest. I couldn’t care two hoots if he was any later anyway. He’s still a great friend. It’s just that being late is my forte and I can’t take it with pride that someone can actually be later than I am.
Yes, actually I was late too. ;)