Little Victories

It is rude to be late. Simple and plain. A person who is routinely late is inconsiderate of other people’s time. Most people have other things to do than wait for chronophages. And don’t you dare being late on a chronically tardy person who will not understand why you are late. Especially if this person is used to others always being spot on time.

So he was getting nervous. As usual, he left home with time to spare trying to foresee the unforeseeable. Therefore he had plenty of time, until he was confronted with the unforeseeable. Time was running out and his watch had stopped dead. No matter, he didn’t need a timepiece because he had a horribly accurate and very conscious sense of time. He could still make it. Nevertheless, with every tick of his internal clock, the knot in his stomach grew a little. It was a matter of pride never to be late. He would not be late and succumb to this kind of indecent rudeness. That would not happen if he could in any way avoid that. The internal clock continued ticking, every “tick” loudly echoing through his head, every “tack” feeling like a piece of chalk screeching on a blackboard.

Resolution. Relieved! Yes! He did it again. The knot in his stomach, the echoing of the clock’s ticking hands in his mind gone. He arrived 10 in advance before the appointment, 10 minutes to spare to gather his spirits and relax. Time well spent. That was the best time.

January Writing Prompts 26 January 9h50

Don’t you just hate being late?

Arriving late was a way of saying that your own time was more valuable than the time of the person who waited for you.”

Karen Joy Fowler

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