She'd called an hour back to take directions. "If you are running late", I had told her, "let me know. I come a bit later in that case." "I'll be there in half an hour," she had assured me.
She kept me waiting for over half an hour. No phone call. No text message. Nothing. I expected an apology; what I got was an explanation- "Traffic was horrible."
Punctuality is dead. Must courtesy die too?
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