Chronically Late
When I was growing up, my mother had a friend I'll call Dan. Dan had children around the same ages as my brother, my sister, and me, so our families spent quite a bit of time together. The kids got along. The adults were friends. Everything worked pretty well. Except for one thing. Dan was late. Not occasionally late. Not “traffic was bad” late. Not “I couldn't find my keys” late. Chronically late. If you told Dan something started at noon, you could reasonably expect him sometime around 1:00. This was apparently not a character flaw in Dan's mind. It was simply the way the universe operated. Events had official start times, and then they had Dan Standard Time. Dan also had a flair for drama and what today we'd probably call a touch of Main Character Syndrome. His arrival was rarely an unnoticed event. Normally, that was merely annoying. Then my mother decided to throw my little sister a surprise birthday party. The plan was simple. My sister wou...