Are you coming, where are you?

There's something about having friends who are always late. The thing that, I suppose, bugs me the most is that I know who they are and how late they often are, and yet I am not only still ALWAYS ontime, but I am my usual 5 minutes early. You'd think that an early arriver would have the gift of patience, but, nope, no patience here, just pure frustration and wonderment of why I still make plans with people that choose to be on their own schedule without consideration.