I have a few pet peeves, but a big one is people being late, or people causing me to be late. I am good at showing up on time. I'm not that person who does the "excuse me" past you in a movie theatre when the movie is already ten minutes in, and I am certainly not the obnoxious passenger who halfway through a live show decides the only desirable seat is in the front row of the theatre, disturbing the show. There are times however when being late is inevitable. Still annoying, but unavoidable. For instance, yesterday the battery in our car died. (I won't point fingers here, but Tim, when I ask if you left the lights on overnight, before you answer no, make sure the dial is turned to the off position to support your lie. Thank you.) Anyway, we took all necessary steps to remedy the situation as quickly as a person in a foreign environment can do, (this included the rental company arriving to boost us, then realizing he forgot the jumper cables. Thank you Enterprise, another customer satisfied and ready for a refund!) and arrived a half hour late to work. Let's just say the instructor was not impressed, and spoke to us in a less than condescending tone. I was peeved. I stayed silent, took the speech seriously and went on with the day, but was very upset that I was now viewed as a "late-comer". I'm not, and especially when it's not my fault, or an accident, I don't like to be labeled as such.
I can't blame the choreographer for being upset. We wasted his time, or rather Bob from Enterprise wasted his time, but for the record, if you're going to leave the lights on in your car overnight, make sure you have a backup plan, like a number for a cab company, or at least a better excuse then the one we had.
Now then, where's my bus schedule?
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