Scheduled to meet the priest today at 4pm, I dutifully showed up at 3:50. As I've mentioned before, I am incredibly useless and irresponsible, but always on time. So some old bag greets me and has me sit down, which I happily do. She's puttering around doing whatever, yammering to whomever passes through, and I assume she's already alerted dude I'm here for the meeting. I'm flipping through whateverthefuck newspaper was there, when suddenly I hear her pick up the phone and say, "your 4 o'clock is here." Curious, I look at my phone, which reads....4:02!! I've been there since 3:50, but now the guy thinks I fucking breezed in two minutes late like a fucking hippy. Fucking steam poured out of my ears.
And that, unfaithful readers, is something that bugs the fuck outta me.
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