Oh, whenever he’s ready to come home, it’s “be ready, I’m coming now”, but when it’s going somewhere, on my time schedule, he moseys along. I better be flying back after the 4th. I can’t handle this kind of crap.
How can one man take so long to get ready and get out? I woke him up an hour ago. Then he had the balls to slowly walk to the kitchen, put his one dish in the sink, run water in it, stare at everything in the kitchen(which I cleaned), he’s standing right in front of me, still in pajamas. Good god, man. Hurry up. Unlike you, I actually have a timeframe for getting where I’m going.
When it’s my turn to drive(however long that may be), I’m obviously doing above the speed limit.