So. I have this thing. A pet peeve. I am chronically on time and I HATE when people are late. Hate it. Really hate it. Ten or fifteen minutes I can live with, but someone said they would come help me move and they are so far a whopping 3 hours and 40 minutes LATE....
I am ripping out my hair in frustration, and am telling myself I wont yell at them when they get here. Because they just dont *get* how much it bugs me. Its the second time theyve done it too. If someone tells me a time, they had better be there at *that time* dammit.
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