Living On Carol Time

" I'm late, I'm late! For a very important date! No time to say 'hello, goodbye,' I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!" From Alice in Wonderland I need to vent, so please don’t judge me - just listen. I’ve got a problem with time. And yes, I know some of you are already muttering, “Duh! Everyone your age has a problem with time - there’s not enough of it left!” Very funny. But my issue isn’t about the sand running out of the hourglass. It’s about my wife Carol, and her complete, unwavering disregard for punctuality. Now, I’ll admit I’m not exactly Mr. Atomic Clock myself. But at least I try. I respect the concept of time. I wear a watch and check my phone. Whenever it’s possible, I try to give myself a buffer so that I’m on time. That’s because to me, there’s nothing worse than sprinting into an event, apologizing for stepping over people in their seats (who got the...