Mea culpa:
I have a lot of trouble getting over the idea that when other people are late for a rendevous with me that they are doing it for the sole purpose of making me wait.
While they are busy oversleeping, or missing the train, or having car trouble, I am busy fuming that they are one-upping me, playing some sort of weird mind game, in which I cool my heels while they secretly chortle with sadistic glee.
It's thoughts like these that place me firmly in the ranks of people who have too much time on their hands - unfortunately, being punctual while others are late only aggravates my predicament.