I’m terrible for being prompt. Try as I might, I’m just virtually never late for anything barring an act of Dog or something.
If someone says meet at half nine, I’ll be there by at least 9.15. I don’t obsess about time in the slightest, but somehow,I just am able to be on time and be ready without effort or thinking about it.
I used to get picked up for riding by a mate with a van. He’d say a time, and instead of him ever having to knock the door, I’d be at the end of the road, ready with bike and kit so he didn’t even have to turn off the main drag.
Now I’m the one with the van and always pick up a mate. We’ve been doing about the same every weekend for over ten years, and I still have to knock, he’s still not ready, bike not out, bag not out.
I usually just let it slide but have to admit it irks me sometimes, especially as I’m doing all the driving, and getting the bike wash kit in as well.
I just don’t get it.
I don’t think folks are intentionally rude or anything, but somehow their brains work in a way that seemingly makes it impossible for them to learn that you don’t enjoy waiting for them week in, week out.