Trudy, exactly! "Whenever you wake up just come over." OMG.

Brenda, that is funny. I love it.

Someone told me a story at dinner tonight that included the words "and I made a commitment that if I woke up in time I would ...." And the point was about how he did fulfill the commitment but all I could think was if I could add that clause and still call it a commitment, well. I'll agree to damn near anything if those are the terms.

le nubian, that and my father getting ticketed by the police for jaywalking were how they realized they'd basically left the planet.

Trudy, exactly! "Whenever you wake up just come over." OMG.

Dude, I'm an insomniac. When I finally fall asleep? "Whenever you wake up" could be a loooong time later.

Dude, I'm an insomniac. When I finally fall asleep? "Whenever you wake up" could be a loooong time later.

Exactly. "Oh just come over whenever you wake up in the morning." No, you chose one. Whenever I wake up or morning. They aren't always the same thing.

I figured out that after twenty five years of teasing my sister in law for never being on time, it's at least partially my brother. How can a lawyer be this lax about timeliness?

I'm not naturally prompt or a morning person but I make a tremendous effort. And then wait for them.

Or my sister on Christmas morning. And no one will let me lie to her about the time. I swear, tell everyone 9 and I'll be happy when they are actually there by 10. They choose the time but never make it. Drives me batshit every Christmas.

Ah, family.

I prefer to be on time and make every effort but accept that I am often alone in that desire. It is pretty laid back in this area, as in no one would expect you to leave on time if it was raining. My family includes early and late arriving types. For Easter I told them I don't care when they arrive, but I am eating at 4.

I was raised in the Midwest by very time-aware parents. Then I moved to the south. I stopped wearing a watch because I wanted to keep my friends. And looking at the watch at 7:15 when they said they'd meet me at 6:30 was sending me into rage spirals. It still bothers me. If I agree to do something with a person at a specific time and they don't show up until that time + 30 minutes, that's 30 minutes of my life they've wasted. And time's the one thing I can't replace. Food can be rebought or remade. Clothes and books can be replaced. Money can even be earned again. Wasting my time is worse than picking my pocket. But I know others see things differently and, generally, aren't doing it to piss me off. So I fume, look for my zen, and move on.

At work people are often 5-15 minutes late for things. It seems tremendously unprofessional to me. But at least I'm getting paid to sit there in a meeting room, waiting for the stragglers.

I hate being late but I also hate being early. Both are wasted time. But as I get older the stress of worrying about being late is getting to me more so I try now to be early and then bring something with me. I don't think I would wait for than 15 minutes for someone. My schedule is usually too right, even on the weekends, I feel like stuff is planned. I do like parties where there is no pressure to arrive on time but you have to know the person/occasion. Today I'm headed to a birthday party for a friend, whom is super laid back, but it is her daughters party and I know she wants to start on time.

Calli! My sister in On-Timeness in a sea of southern Always Late All The Timers! I'm pretty used to it, but I hate that if god forbid I'm a few minutes late I feel like I'm totally called on it. Or maybe I'm projecting?