I was supposed to be going to the pictures one Sunday afternoon and a pal of mine was driving, there were several of us going together in his car. He was 45 minutes late picking me up. This is 45 minutes during whcih i couldn't exactly start doing anything constructive, because he might arrive at any minute, and i was beginning to get worried we would miss the start of the film.
He arrives, I get in the car and say, quite rightly, hey, you are 45 minutes late.
He does not apologise; instead, he gets angry with me and starts giving me a lecure; during his tirade, he said that when he was working all week, he had to do things and be places at the time when his bosses told him, but on the weekend, his time was HIS and he would do exactly what he wanted with it, he would go at his pace because he had earnt it - well, we got to the pictures, there were no decent seats left and we couldn't even all sit together, we missed the very beginning of the film and I have never been to the pictures with him again.
and i used to argue constantly with another ex of mine, who was chronically late when i was always early. He used to make me late for trains; and then once he told me that he ENJOYED the sensation of running along the station platform to get the train, it was all part of the experience for him, so from then on i left to get the train without him when i wanted, arrived in plenty of time, got on the train when it arrived and relaxed, and he could arrive when he wanted. He was really surprised when i dumped him!!!!