LATE and How I Loathe Being Late

There are few things in the world that I loathe more than being late for something.   I will turn around and not attend an event rather than be late to it, and this is a constant point of conflict with my husband and I.

He wants to arrive exactly on time with no time spent waiting for an appointment.

I want to arrive a half an hour early so that if there are traffic or car issues on the way we have enough cushion to not be late.

It’s one of the few things we fight about.  I fudge the time on the calendar by a half an hour or so, and he tries to guess how much I fudged it by so we can arrive exactly on time, and it makes both of us crazy.

I had an appointment with my Psych Doctor on Wednesday, one of the last times I’ll see her (she’s retiring), and we left in between when I wanted to leave and when he wanted to leave.

We got halfway there, and the bridge where we’re supposed to cross over the Wisconsin?

Closed off.

And we went on a detour.

A FORTY-FIVE MINUTE detour.

I was twenty minutes late to the appointment and MORTIFIED.  I went in for the last ten minutes anyway, but the doctor was unhappy, and I was embarrassed, and I only get to see her two more times every and one was WASTED because I was late.

I was, to put it mildly, unhappy.

I am absolutely sure that this will be a point of contention when I leave for my next appointment.

Ugh.

What can you just not stand in life?  Does being late bother you?  What do you find most embarrassing?  Inquiring minds want to know!

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