I always feel like that when my husband is late picking me up from the station. Everyone’s of the train and already home by the time he picks me up. I give him waaaay enough notice to come get me: he gets the heads up when I get in the train and a time to pick me up. But for some strange, unknown reason, he can NEVER get here in time! I asked him to meet me at 6:45 and it’s currently 6:58 and he’s no where to be found. I especially appreciate his timeliness in inclement weather.
Oh great, there he is. See you!