In my constant self critique, I have endeavoured to become better at being on time. This may generate howls of derision from people who have dealt with me in the past, and I simply need to live with that.
But I was recently thinking about how sometimes a person uses their lateness as a subtle means to communicate how they consider themselves more important than the person they're standing up. Or they may not even know - or care - that they're saying it.
And I got this blog on the rudeness of being late which captures it well.
My father abhorred unpunctuality. It wasted time, it denoted inefficiency, it was disrespectful and discourteous in the extreme, it was a mark of the lackadaisical and the slap-dash.
It's one of the reasons I try to do the right thing.
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