Not work related but a mate turned up for a ride a few years ago, 40 mins later than arranged before getting his tools out to try and fix the dropper post that had been playing up on a ride the weekend before. The rest of us just left him to get on with it and set off
Jesus wept. Surprised you hung about that long in the first place.
Many moons ago my work lunchtime MTB group had a rider like that. Every time, there was a puncture to fix, gears to adjust (or fit a new cable to, one time), shoes to locate in the recycling centre that passed for a van. Given that lunchtime is kind of short enough as is... I reckon he maybe joined about 30% of the rides.
Proper preparation and all that...
Worth remembering the OP's workmatw wasnt late, he was just taking longer than expected in the MOT place. Which happens..
Not true, they'd arranged to meet at the MOT centre so colleague could drop car off and get a lift in.
Colleague then had temerity to text to say they were 5 mins late...when he was already 10 late.
Nothing in the OP about then being delayed in the test centre itself, but FWIW yes, it does happen. So the polite colleague would arrive early so that if they were slow in booking in, it doesnt delay the pick up.
That's how I read it also, they weren't delayed in the garage (and why would you be anyway, an MOT is "here's the key, see you this afternoon") but rather they couldn't be ****ed to trap in the first place.
My brother who otherwise is a great person, is habitually late when we go riding. Since he left home, he’s got worse. So much so, it’s become first a ‘joke’ about his timekeeping with riding buddies. So much so, he now rides rarely with the group. He gets irritated when he suspects that this is dealt with by suggesting a ride start time to him of an hour earlier. Seems to believe that we are too uptight and focussed on punctuality.
Love him, but it’s always driven me mad.
.. the clock on the hotel next to waverly train station is 3 minutes fast so folk dont miss their train.Clocks exist, don't be one of those knuckles who sets their clocks 8 minutes fast like it makes the blindest bit of difference to anything
I used to live and work in the Dominican Republic, a place where there was a different concept of time and being on time or late. I quite liked it.
I soent some time in Chile. we called it Chilean rubber time
.. the clock on the hotel next to waverly train station is 3 minutes fast so folk dont miss their train.Clocks exist, don't be one of those knuckles who sets their clocks 8 minutes fast like it makes the blindest bit of difference to anything
... or turn up and go "bugger the train must have left."
I'm perpetually a bit late for everything (home, not at work), so is the Mrs. The kids have double inherited this trait.
We go on holiday with a similarly minded family. It's glorious, nothing formal gets done, loads of lazing around cooking huge meals, vague intentions of doing things, 70% of which get done.
I've been away with 7am types, I love them dearly but it's not good for either of us to stretch it beyond a long weekend.
I go hillwalking two or three times a year with a bunch of mates. The first time I went with them, about 25 years ago I was still in the army. One of the group is an army mate, through whom I met the others. They include a teacher, IT wonks, a BT engineer, a sales exec. etc. etc.
After a meet up and night on the piss, I was told we'd be up for breakfast at 7:30 and off up the hill at 8:30. I suppose I was still a bit institutionalised and not inducted into the ways of the idle civvy. I took this literally.
At 07:25 I was stood in the bunkhouse (Pete's Eats in Llanberis), daysack on my back, fully gaitered and goretexed up, and keen as mustard for a morning scramble up Crib Goch. All around me lay comatose, farting, snoring bodies and a kit explosion all over the floor. My own kit was immaculately stowed, as if for a locker inspection or in case I had to bug out at 03:00! 😀
When they eventually deigned to rise, people spent yonks lacing boots, filling drinking bladders, looking for lost kit, arguing about the route, smoking and drinking coffee to induce a shit and breakfasting in an extremely leisurely manner. The faffing was epic, absolutely off the scale. I was genuinely horrified.
I think we eventually left around 10:30. I was absolutely raging but because I was new to the group, I bit my lip. They have all since become really good mates and I have now accepted that "this is the way" on these weekends. I just roll with it now. In fact the civvy tosspots have infected me with their slovenly idleness and I'm now often one of the biggest offenders. Bastards.
I'm still very punctual otherwise!
I go hillwalking two or three times a year with a bunch of mates. The first time I went with them, about 25 years ago I was still in the army. One of the group is an army mate, through whom I met the others. They include a teacher, IT wonks, a BT engineer, a sales exec. etc. etc.
After a meet up and night on the piss, I was told we'd be up for breakfast at 7:30 and off up the hill at 8:30. I suppose I was still a bit institutionalised and not inducted into the ways of the idle civvy. I took this literally.
At 07:25 I was stood in the bunkhouse (Pete's Eats in Llanberis), daysack on my back, fully gaitered and goretexed up, and keen as mustard for a morning scramble up Crib Goch. All around me lay comatose, farting, snoring bodies and a kit explosion all over the floor. My own kit was immaculately stowed, as if for a locker inspection or in case I had to bug out at 03:00! 😀
When they eventually deigned to rise, people spent yonks lacing boots, filling drinking bladders, looking for lost kit, arguing about the route, smoking and drinking coffee to induce a shit and breakfasting in an extremely leisurely manner. The faffing was epic, absolutely off the scale. I was genuinely horrified.
I think we eventually left around 10:30. I was absolutely raging but because I was new to the group, I bit my lip. They have all since become really good mates and I have now accepted that "this is the way" on these weekends. I just roll with it now. In fact the civvy tosspots have infected me with their slovenly idleness and I'm now often one of the biggest offenders. Bastards.
I'm still very punctual otherwise!
🤣 i like this hits so many truths. I try this with my kids -including my rage over dangling buckles and zips not done up, and clothes not in freezer bags etc -thankfully my daughter is now fully indoctrined, my son - lost cause.
.. the clock on the hotel next to waverly train station is 3 minutes fast so folk dont miss their train.
Bullshit, the clock on the hotel next to Waverly train station is 3 minutes fast because no bugger can be ringed to change it.
Like anyone a) at the hotel or b) having anything to do with the rail network would give the slightest of ****s whether you've boarded a train or not. Hell, it's in the hotel's best interest, if you miss the last train then you'll need somewhere to stay the night.
Hi, OP here. As a point of clarity, because it's been mentioned a couple of times.
Colleague then had temerity to text to say they were 5 mins late...when he was already 10 late.
Nothing in the OP about then being delayed in the test centre itself,
This is correct. If he'd been stuck in a queue in the garage, I'd have been far more sanguine about it.
Re. The Waverley clock thing, I noticed the same about the Station Tap clock in Chester the other week. I'll ask if that's purposeful next time I'm there. (It's an excellent bar by the way and we'll worth popping on should you find yourself waylayed at Chester.)
Bullshit, the clock on the hotel next to Waverly train station is 3 minutes fast because no bugger can be ringed to change it.
Like anyone a) at the hotel or b) having anything to do with the rail network would give the slightest of ****s whether you've boarded a train or not. Hell, it's in the hotel's best interest, if you miss the last train then you'll need somewhere to stay the night.
Its deliberate and traditional. The hotel used to be the railway hotel. Its been like this for a very long time. Its put to the correct time for new year and then back to 3 mins fast
Originally known as the North British Station Hotel (owned by the North British Railway Company) the building opened in 1902. It was – and still remains – the only residential building erected on the south side of Princes Street.
Due to its location right next to Waverley Station, the hotel’s iconic clock was set three minutes fast so that passing travellers wouldn’t miss their trains, and it’s been that way ever since.
The only exception comes on Hogmanay for the city’s New Year celebrations.
Its deliberate and traditional. The hotel used to be the railway hotel. Its been like this for a very long time. Its put to the correct time for new year and then back to 3 mins fast
Well, I sit corrected.
I recant my earlier brusque scepticism and shall go with "bloody stupid" instead. 😁
lolzzz
I would much rather be early for something and spend 10 minutes waiting than running around late and stressing.
I can sit in an airport for 2hrs quite happily.
This is me. If I’m picking my mate up for a gig or a drink, then I’ll be a bit early, especially for gigs, because traffic. Otherwise, I’ll give an ‘about’ time, just for a little flexibility, like the road being closed due to an accident, a house on fire, or a large hole appearing in the road*, all of which have happened, and all when I was going to meet a particular friend for a drink!
*A water main had burst, washing the ground out from underneath and caused a sinkhole! 🤷🏼♂️
Also, I have an entire library on my phone, as well as lots of music, so I’m never bored when having to wait around.
we have a lot of meetings in work and introduced a biscuit rule
.if youre late you have to bring biscuits to the next meeting , improves punctuality and you still get biscuits at a meeting now and again
Surely the answer here is:
Pwn him with Bombers!
or
Punch him in the goolies!