“The trouble with being punctual is that nobody’s there to appreciate it.” – Franklin P. Jones
I was always an early riser and I was afraid of getting somewhere late so I always arrived at least ten minutes early for everything. My dh is one of those engineering and math types who can calculate how far away something is, how fast the traffic patterns are at that time of day and just exactly when you’d need to leave going how fast to get there precisely on time. Sometimes the other drivers weren’t as keenly aware of his time constraints and necessitated a recalculation.
Now that I have had insomnia for over 14 years, I get up so early it’s not technically the next day yet.
Okay, fess up! Who’s an Early Bird and who’s a Johnny Come Lately?
Remember: the Early Bird gets the worm…so you might want to reconsider and sleep in!
My dad was notorious. He was an Army Sgt and when it was time to go to church, he would start yelling move, move. Then he’d go get in the car and honk the horn. We’d all be tearing around and get in the car and get to church and the door would be locked because no one was there yet. We’d sit in the parking lot in the car until someone came. Grr.
ROFL My dad was always early, but never THAT early.