I’ve always been the commuting friend. I also grew up as an ever-so-slightly neurotic girl, which means I tend to largely over-shoot my commute. If something generally takes 40 minutes via trains, I’ll allow a solid hour to get there… only to be sitting at some bar to find out whatever friend I’m meeting hasn’t left their house yet. And if I’m early? It’s on me.
But all too often, the meeting time will come and go, and the friend, colleague, or date is nowhere to be found. Ultimately, I’d rather myself wait than expect someone else to do so. (Yes; it’s that inconsiderate.)
Even when commute isn’t a concern, many people are simply not considerate when making and keeping plans.