I have a confession to make: I'm always late. Always. Anyone who knows me, knows this comes with the territory and have learned how to trick me (like telling me something starts half an hour earlier than it really does - as though that'll teach me). Growing up my mom had the phrase, "I'm late, I'm late for a very important date" as the decoration around her license plate. And though she's been cured of the lateness habit now(thanks to her incredibly punctual spouse), I'm afraid I haven't been so lucky. Aside from work, where I'm always on time or early (because I'm anal-retentive and don't like to be dinged for being tardy), I'm always late. It should be noted that I've *tried* to be on-time, but I think it's for the birds. All that waiting around being bored? Not for me. I'll take the rushed, hurried, panicked late entrance when all eyes are on me any day.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I'm Late, I'm Late for a Very Important Date
I have a confession to make: I'm always late. Always. Anyone who knows me, knows this comes with the territory and have learned how to trick me (like telling me something starts half an hour earlier than it really does - as though that'll teach me). Growing up my mom had the phrase, "I'm late, I'm late for a very important date" as the decoration around her license plate. And though she's been cured of the lateness habit now(thanks to her incredibly punctual spouse), I'm afraid I haven't been so lucky. Aside from work, where I'm always on time or early (because I'm anal-retentive and don't like to be dinged for being tardy), I'm always late. It should be noted that I've *tried* to be on-time, but I think it's for the birds. All that waiting around being bored? Not for me. I'll take the rushed, hurried, panicked late entrance when all eyes are on me any day.
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