Well, apparently some people are just born to be late, and I am pretty sure that I am one of them.
I try, I really try to be there on time, but the universe just seems to conspire against me, and once again, I am late.
Just what is it that I need to be doing in order to get somewhere at the time that I said I would be there? I arrange everything, I make sure that I start getting ready in plenty of time… But then something will always happen. I don’t know what that is going to be, but something will break, the phone will ring, a tractor appeared on the road between me and where I need to be, or, even, the cat throws up.
What I mean is, there is always something… Always a reason.
Somewhere there is probably a guardian angel laughing. Mind you, I am probably getting the last laugh, because they are doing a really bad job of guarding me. I am going to get them the sack!
The point here is, I am always late but I never actually mean to be. Nobody will believe that I never actually intend to be late. But there it is, and that is who I am.
Little miss tardy.