I am always running late. Always.
I could claim it’s not my fault, but really it is. At the least, my punctuality problem is rooted not in laziness or lack of ambition, but rather in its excess. Dinner in an hour? Surely I have time for an abbreviated workout. Poker at 7:30? I can read one more case before I need to leave. Meeting friends soon? Let me start another blog entry.
Which is exactly what happened on Superbowl Sunday….