Late, late, late

"I'm late
I'm late
For a very important date.
No time to say "Hello."
Goodbye.
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late."
~ White Rabbit, Alice in Wonderland

I'm always late. ALWAYS! I don't know why; I can set the alarm to go off at 7 when I need to be at an appointment in the city centre at 2pm, and come ten to two, I'm getting on the bus, cursing under my breath. Why can't I be punctual? It can take me up to six hours to get ready - actually, whatever time I have is how long it takes me to (nearly) be ready to leave. I hate being in a rush. It seems like I get easily distracted, or my inner saboteur strikes.

I never factor travel time in. Wherever I have to go, be it locally, a bus ride away, or the next city, I always leave myself twenty minutes. Similar to your friend, I think any distance travel can be squashed into that time frame. I was born 3 wks late, and that was only 'cause my mother was induced.

There's a quote - I can't for the life of me remember who said it - that goes something like, "I am always punctually half an hour late." That's me.

And sometimes, I never get there at all. Take today, for example. The sun was gloriously shining, and I decided I would cycle to the park again, do some idling, read a bit...of course, by the time I'd done my hair, and decided what to wear, the sun had disappeared. So I'm staying in now; a day wasted *sigh*

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Actually, thinking about it, I always manage to arrive for flights with plenty of time, so I know I'm capable of it...however, if I have an 8am flight, rather than sleep 'til 4, I will just force myself to stay awake all night, 'cause Sod's Law, I'd sleep in, otherwise.