As mentioned before, I hate to be late.
My sis on the other hand, is the complete opposite to me and has her own time zone. You have to add between an hour to two and a half hours on to whatever time she has told you she will be there, depending on the occasion you are meeting. Take today for example, I have two whole weeks off work -YAY!- but I hate to think I'm wasting time so I still get up at the time I would for work and go out and make the most of the day. I arrange with sis to pick me up straight after she has done the school run and we will go girly shopping til three when the schools come out. So Im up and ready by 8.30, tidy round, do a load of washing, put it in the tumble when it finishes, take it out and iron it when it finishes, have a mooch at b3ta, have a flick through a catalogue and find a bed for my step sprog, compare it on the internet to about a thousand others and finally decide on the first one, order it, etc, etc. What time does she show up? 11.30. Two and a half hours late. The shocking thing is, no-one cares any more, we all expect it, she never has an excuse, and if you ask where she has been or what took her so long, all you get is: 'You know what I'm like.' So not only is she late, but she makes you feel bad for questioning her because you should know by now! Theres an excuse (or not) for you.
( randomwomanwholikespink, Fri 29 Jun 2007, 16:18, Reply)