"I'll definitely be there at ten", said the man [from whom I needed to buy something - I wasn't selling]. "But if I forget, call me."
At 11.40 I made the call: "I'm coming! Just give me a couple of minutes to get there." [He lives in the next street.]
One hour later, he arrived and was absolutely charming.
"Sorry I was a bit late", said he at the end.
"No problem", said I.
After all, it was only two hours and forty minutes.
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5 comments:
Fantastico!
Manana...is in healthy working order there, too, it seems...not only in Mexico! ;)
I hate waiting. If someone says they're going to be a certain time...that's what I expect. I'm the same way regarding myself. I hate being late. If a time is set, then that's what it is (and again, if I'm the one who has set the time, that's the time I mean). One thing I'm quite pedantic about is being punctual...if I say a time...that's it!
Me too, Lee - but it doesn't work here!
This sounds familiar...!
Haha, Hawkins Family!
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