I’m an on-timer. I think it’s rude to waste other people’s time by being late. My husband isn’t interested in being on time. He must be early, “just in case!”
“What if we have to stop for a train on the way there?”
Well, there’s about a 1 in 300 chance that there will be a train. If there is, we will apologize and explain what happened.
“What if someone else is early?”
Tough noogies. We were told to be there at 6 pm, and we will be there at 6 pm. If someone wants to show up early, that’s their choice, and it’s not my problem.
I got really sick of sitting in the dark in the theater for 20 minutes before each show. I finally got him to loosen up a bit on that score, and he now accepts that getting to the movie five to ten minutes early is a reasonable safety margin.
We have some friends who are often late, as well. I don’t mean always fifteen minutes late; I mean they could be on time, or they could be two hours late, or anything in between–and a couple of times they just haven’t shown up at all. "Gee, sorry, we were at our parents for dinner, see, and we lost track of time . . . "
We just try to take that into account when making plans with them. If we are going to a movie together, we plan to meet at the theater, and we tell them that if they aren’t there by the time the show starts, we’re going to go in without them, and we can just get together when the movie’s over–no, don’t bother to try to find us, since that would be disruptive to the other patrons, just find a seat and we’ll see you after. If there’s something really time-critical, we simply don’t invite them. They realize they’re always late, they accept these conditions, and they just don’t seem to care–which I find a bit mind-boggling, but shrug different strokes, I guess. It would be maddening and futile to get them to change their ways, so we don’t even try.