Chronic Tardiness

I used to abhor waiting. Well, I still do not like it but now, I'm just numb. I don't care anymore and instead of spending energy uselessly on being annoyed, I instead find productive ways to spend my otherwise would-be wasted time.

For example, tonight, someone told me to meet him at 8 PM. Knowing full well that this person is a chronic latecomer, I gave him leeway and arrived an hour later. Guess what? When I arrived, he was yet to leave his house. Talk about new standards of lateness and a far too difficult test of my patience.

So I went to a fast food chain, ordered drinks, sat down and read my current favorite historical novel. Two and a half hours later, I'm still waiting. So I'm updating this blog.

Why do other people not care about other people's time?

It's exasperating. >_<