I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!!! Making me wait for thirty minutes when you had one hour to get from Shangri-La to Ayala is inexcusable! INEXCUSABLE!
You know that I don't have a mobile phone, but we made it clear we'd be meeting six o'clock at Figaro! Sure I can consider going over a few minutes. Maybe I can still say it's OK if you're late for fifteen. But thirty!? Thirty minutes, when you had from 5:15 to get yourself from Shangri-La to Ayala is NOT IMPOSSIBLE! Even if you say there were a lot of people and it was a massive black hole trying to get a ride on the first or even the second stop, you could still make it by 6, or 6:15! 6:20 even!
You may be thinking I live near and it's no big deal for me and yes maybe I'm exaggerating but I'm angry and guess what... IT IS A BIG DEAL! Just because I live near it doesn't mean it's OK to be late or, dear lord, not arrive at all!
OK, there can be other reasons why a person can be late: unavoidable circumstances, acts of God, and every other cosmic joke one can think of... but I don't give a rat's ass. All things considered, it's even worse when that person was the one who made the invitation.
I'm sorry. I can be very patient when it counts -- and even forgiving to a fault -- but I guess it gets to a point when I have to consider it being abusive. Patience is overrated. Most of the times I can see where one person is coming from, but I hope the other person can see where I'm coming from as well. Waiting is never a happy thing to be doing. Not for anything, not for anyone, and not for you.
And I hope next time, instead of thinking "better late than never," people should start considering it should be "better never late."
