My husband never gets anywhere on time. I utterly, deeply love him. But he cannot be on time almost for anything.
On his defense I should say is normally not his fault either. "I lost track of the time" is the usual explanation. "Why didn't you text me?" "Because I was actually on my way but I had to change my shirt 3 times and stop to do my laces twice, when I remembered something I forgot, I then found a friend and chatted for a while, and when I was just almost there, I saw a lovely butterfly and, as I thought I still had some minutes left, I sat on a bench to admire it's beautiful wings, when suddenly I remembered how amazing was that wine we drunk yesterday and I decided to stop for a minute to write the name down, and then just walked straight here."
