.... and another thing. As we were discussing the societal malaise of inability to arrive at work on time. She said that she would always be prompt. If she did not learn anything else from growing up under her dad's authority, she learned to be prompt. Her dad is the guy who, when the doctor's office makes him an appointment to be there at 2:00, will be sitting in the waiting room at 1:30.
And if church starts at 11:30, he will be there at 10:30. She said she takes getting places on time very seriously. Due to her dad feeling the same way. She gives him the credit for instilling in her the desire to always be prompt. Says he is the reason she is such a stickler for timeliness, both in herself and others. No sense wasting anyone's time.
He's the guy: when the kids were small, and I was trying to get three people dressed, and socked and shoed, and brushed and hair-bowed and out the door on Sunday morning - would be sitting in the car, with the engine running, waiting for me to get three people ready to walk out the door. Not being helpful, not searching with me to locate shoes, hair bows, or sweaters, but waiting, motor running, wondering what was taking us so long to get going??? Determined to be there On Time. So now: we drive two cars, so he can go when he gets ready, and I can go, squeaking in just as the music starts.
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