Sorry I’m Late

I hate waiting, no, I mean I REALLY hate waiting.

Waiting for trains, waiting in lines, waiting to find a car park, anything to do with not being able to do, what I want to do, when I want to do it, got it?

You will always know when I’m waiting, the black cloud over my head, the one with the lightning bolts flashing, and the thunder rolling, that’s me, when I’m waiting.

Why is it that God made two kinds of people, ones who are early, and ones who are late. I don’t mean once or twice, or if the car breaks down, these inconsiderate wretches are always late, but not just a minute or two here or there, no, we’re talking fifteen to twenty minutes, every damn time!

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