My guitarist has a habit of 'phoning me if I'm five minutes late to meet him somewhere.
And yet, the day we travelled down to Teddington to get our guitars adjusted, he managed a feat of atrocious timing that even Ringo Starr would have found challenging.

We live on different sides of London these days, so we decided it was easiest just to convene at Hampton Wick station. So I had just got to Wimbledon, when I received a message to say,
"Hold on, I don't think I'll be at Waterloo for 45 minutes or so."
Fair enough, I'll go and have a cup of coffee.

50 minutes later, having heard nothing else, I decide it's fair to assume he's at or near Waterloo. I get on the next train going to Hampton Wick. It's just pulling out from the platform when I get a call.
"How are you getting on?" I enquire
"I've just got to Canada Water."
You live round the corner from Canada Water. It takes ten minutes to walk there from your flat, fifteen at a push. How has it taken you nearly an hour to get there?

Either way it's too late now, I'm on the train. I get to Hampton Wick and clearly I'm going to be waiting there for some time. I find a pub and sit down for a quiet pint. (Unlike the rest of you, I have no compunction about drinking by myself, and on the plus side the pub was serving a Twickenham Brewery beer I hadn't had before.) I let the time pass. He said he'd be 45 minutes or so, and after that 45 I decide I'd better wander back down to meet him at the station, otherwise I'll get the 'phone call asking me where I am.

As I get to the station, there isn't a soul to be seen. Wait a few minutes...text message!
"Just got on the train at Waterloo now."
HOW DOES EVERYTHING TAKE THIS LONG?!?!?!?!
Well, he'll be another 15-20 minutes now, won't he? Picard Facepalm.
There's no time to wander back to the pub for another, nor is there anywhere nearby where I could sit down and mull over a cup of coffee. I sit outside the station, and thankfully he turns up just before it starts raining. I bite my tongue very hard.

Alt Q: Not in the mood for fucking shit up right now. I'm still on a bit of a buzz after seeing Joanne Shaw Taylor in concert last night. She even walked right past me after her set. Close enough for me to have grabbed her and run away laughing maniacally. More than once. I got very excited. She's awesome.
(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 27 May 2010, 12:23, 3 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I don't think I could have bit my tongue
That's just fucking rude.
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Thu 27 May 2010, 12:31, Reply)

I don't think it was rudeness so much as general incompetence.
Kind of annoying all the same.
(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 27 May 2010, 13:06, Reply)

I had a friend a while ago
who was always late because she spent like 8 hours getting ready. We would say "let's meet at the pub at 9pm". She would therefore mark 9pm in her head as the time that things were happening, so she would start getting ready at 9pm. She would take around two hours to get ready, so by the time she arrived we would be leaving. She was a psycho though so we're not friends anymore.
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Thu 27 May 2010, 12:33, Reply)

who was always late because she spent like 8 hours getting ready. We would say "let's meet at the pub at 9pm". She would therefore mark 9pm in her head as the time that things were happening, so she would start getting ready at 9pm. She would take around two hours to get ready, so by the time she arrived we would be leaving. She was a psycho though so we're not friends anymore.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Thu 27 May 2010, 14:49, Reply)

i have a friend like that
haven't seen him since I moved abroad, but unless it was football (and even then) he was always late for EVERYTHING, at least 30-45 minutes, without explanation.
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Thu 27 May 2010, 12:56, Reply)