Why bother, taking them anyway.

I once told my wife that I was going to be leaving at an exact time in order to make a certain event. I made it very clear to her that I would be leaving, and she could bring her car when she was ready.

Just making that statement caused a huge fight. But it got really fun when I actually left her at the house the next morning. She was still doing makeup or whatever.

Doghouse lasted about a week after that one. I do think a lesson was learned though. We now average 15 minutes late rather than 45.

She's got to knock the funk off it, give her a break

It's a conundrum, she rushes us out the door to make sure we get there on time and once we arrive I could be inside sitting down doing what ever it is, and she'd still be getting her [censored] together in the car...

Women like to make an entrance so they think all of the eyes will be upon them.

I wait forever on mine but when she's ready to leave, you better be out the door in 30 seconds or the attitude comes out and the fight starts.

Mine is very punctual, especially when eating is involved.

And I would never tell my wife to get out of my way. I love the view from behind.

Dated this lady who was constantly late. First date, late. Leaving for a cruise, late. Her mom passed away and you guessed it, late. So much so the funeral director was packing up his stuff and leaving when she pulled up, of course blaming her being late on someone or something else. It was a 10 minute ceremony and a bunch of pissed patrons.

My wife has gotten a lot better, but there is still a lot of room for improvement.

My Wife is an exception; I never have to wait on her. Totally unlike most women.

Amendment: The only time I have to wait on with my Wife is when we travel in the car. I have to wait until the morning we are leaving to put all of her stuff in it. It's always a monumental decision for her as to what to bring.

My wife will be late to her own funeral. It runs in her family!!

This . . . . ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ . . . . .

I surely do miss her . . . . R.I.P. Mary. I would just LOVE to sit in the driveway just one more time. . . . . . now'a'days I get there on time but alone.