Late

No matter how hard I try, I cannot be late. It's a gene thing or something, so I always end up early. (Must look into my past, perhaps I had a childhood experience with being late or something). Like yesterday. Was supposed to meet this friend in a bar (where else?), and of course I was 10 min early. The bar was quite full, so had to squeeze in a bit, and surprisingly enough I was offered a bar stool. By a hippie-looking guy. You know, long hair, tattoos, baggy clothes, that type of person. He also shared his ashtray with me. Don't judge a book by its cover, isn't that the saying? And still we do, all the time. I do. I'm sure you do too. From now on I will only judge people I know...yeah, right...another New Year resolution I won't keep :)