If running late was an olympic sport, I'd be a gold medalist.
My mom would be my trainer.
My children would be my proteges.
My shoe sponsor would be Zappos.com...mainly because figuring out which pair I should wear to today is a large part of my success in running late.
When I retired, I could go around the world doing speaking engagements. (Word of advice to the organizers. Give me a call time 15 minutes before my actual call time.)
There are negatives to being a champion though....
Happy Hour becomes Happy 45 Minutes
Leisurely drives become NASCAR events.
Welcoming smiles become annoyed glares.
But let's be serious....I get 15 more minutes of beauty rest everyday. Otherwise, I'd look like this by now...
Wouldn't you rather wait on me?