Late

Always late. Every single time. I mean how hard is it. You say six. Then it’s six. Seven then seven. Eight then you get the fucking idea. I mean c’mon man. I’ve been here for three beers. Jesus, the plan was for one drink, maybe two then home early. Looks like that’s not happening. Why can’t you just be a normal person. Who shows up on time, maybe, crazy talk I know, 10 minutes early to grab a table?. Seriously dude, Are you an alien? Sometimes I really fucking wonder?