I hate being late. I hate knowing that I’m going to be late. It seems like the whole world decides to relax and take it easy when I’m late. Like the universe is trying to slow me down even more. Being crunched for time means everything starts to go wrong. You get stuck behind an old lady driving. A family with way too many kids is blocking the sidewalk. The line at Starbucks is out the door and the guy in front of you doesn’t know what a Venti is. It’s enough to make you lash out and slap a stranger. Instead you bite your tongue and remember that patience is a fucking virtue. But you’re still going to be late.
Critically Rated at 5/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young