I Am Irrationally Irked at Arriving Early

 I hate arriving late only slightly more than I hate arriving early, so I try to plan how long it will take me to get to whatever shenanigan I'm headed to at exactly what time I say I will be there.

But sometimes I'm mistaken.

Sometimes the traffic I had planned to hit never materializes.

Or Pedestrian Peter decides to lay off for a day.

Or I realize too late that I need to return to the first grade, since I left my house before I had planned and apparently can no longer tell time.

Which leaves me in one of about four situations:

Situation One:

Sitting in the car. Waiting. Looking like a creeper.

Situation Two:

Sitting in the restaurant. Waiting. Looking alone and antisocial.

Situation Three:

Sitting on my friend's couch. Waiting. Looking like I want her to be ready to go now.

Situation Four:

Sitting in the classroom. Waiting. Looking like that kid. You know, the one that lives for nine A.M. classes.

Add some sass to your class,

Jenna