I agree. I am punctual to the point of being neurotic. If I’m writing that last minute email or IM, I’m constantly looking at the time (see that little clock on the bottom right hand corner or your screen? That tells you what time it is!) to make sure I’m not late.
However, Mr. Lezlers and his family are habitually late. I’ve learned that I can’t change their behavior, all I can do is modify my own so as not to let myself be driven crazy by their lack of punctuality. If Mr. Lezlers calls and tells me he’ll be home by 7:30, I’ll expect him by 8:30. That way, if he’s actually on time, it’s a pleasant suprise. OTOH, if he’s late, I’m expecting it and aren’t about to blow an artery. He’s one of those people who get “caught up” in what they’re doing and totally lose track of time. His family is just as bad. To them “1:30” means “anywhere from 1:00 to 2:00.” I’ve taken to dropping his daughter off at his mother’s when she’s going to visit, instead of having his mother pick her up at our house after she strolled in a half hour late more than once, with no excuse or apology, making me late for meetings. She looks at arrival times more as “guidelines” rather than actual times people are expecting her.
On the upside, whenever we’re meeting his family, I can relax and not push him about the time, because I know they won’t care. Same thing with my extended family (my immediate family is just like me with time, probably where I got it from). So long as we arrive within an hour of when we tell them, we’re fine.