Never late is better

I hate it when I'm running late for an appointment. I get so frazzled I drop things, I forget things, or, worse, I trip/stub my toe/hit my elbow against furniture in my rush.

When I'm late, I feel that the universe is conspiring to punish me.

Things in my bag seem harder to find when I'm in a rush, like car keys or the cellphone.

Jeepney and tricycle drivers stop more, traffic lights switch from green to red in seconds, and vacant parking spaces become scarce.

Or maybe that's just me.

I also hate people who are late for appointments with me, but that's another story.