You’re invited to a party. The invitation says 6:30pm. At exactly 6:26pm, you pull into the driveway or you dial the hosts to let them know that you’ll be a bit late. No more than 10 or 15 minutes.
If that sounds about right than you don’t live in Mexico.
Around here, people are late. Really late. The saying goes that they’re even late for their own funeral. It’s a saying, not a joke.
Like the time that our friends came trick or treating with their kids on November 2. Yes, all dressed up in costume complete with trick or treating bags. They got tamales. That’s what we had. Needless to say, they didn’t come back the next year. On any day.
And then there was the story of the phantom dentist…
On a Monday, Artemis’ teacher, who turns out to be called Sandra (nothing like finding out your kids teachers name after three months), told me that the dentist would be coming on Tuesday and did I give my approval for Artemis to have a fluoride treatment?
First of all, Ed was out of the country. Second of all, I have no idea if a four year old should have a fluoride treatment and thirdly, there’s always a risk of things getting lost in translation. But, time was of the essence because the dentist was coming the next day. So, I provided my approval.
Immediately thereafter, I anxiously contacted a friend in Canada to see if Artemis should in fact have the treatment in question. I went online and showed Artemis pictures of people getting their teeth cleaned and as luck would have it, my friend even sent some pictures of her daughter getting her teeth cleaned. Nothing like giving me 12 short hours to prepare for such a monumental event.
And that was that.
Only that wasn’t that because the dentist didn’t show up. Not that Tuesday or the next Tuesday or even the next Tuesday. We waited for six weeks and then eventually had to leave the country.
I can’t tell you that I was surprised. At all. Even a little bit.
After ten years, I just laugh and shake my head.
That. Is. Awesome.
And it would drive me crazy!! Spending much of my youth on a ferry-only-accessible island meant that if i was 1 minute late, I was an hour and a half late. Therefore I am always early…sometimes a bit too early which might offend the sensibilities of those who spent the winter in Mexico. 😉
Thankfully no ferries where we are. If I had to catch one, I’d just stay home.
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Haha 🙂 How bizarre!
That is SO true though.. I am perpetually on time, or early, so when I am in Mexico is does drive me a little crazy that people are ALWAYS late 🙂 It does teach me a little to slow down or not worry so much about being on time
They say that we spend 1/3 of our time waiting so what’s a week here or there.
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Yes. It really bothers me, but I can understand that sometimes life gets in the way of punctuality.
Perpetual lateness drives me crazy, but again, it depends on the situation. If it’s my BFF, I know already.. and she knows already, so we laugh it off.
I especially dislike being late for appointments that are scheduled with professionals and I make it a point to be on time – no matter what. This causes a lot of stress. I was early for my first ever Well Baby checkup when Thing 1 was 5 days old. Crazy! 😉
Also, I am pretty good at prioritizing what is “immediate” or “urgent” and very few things fall into both categories, so you do, sometimes, just have to go with the flow. Sometimes that means a parent finishing a good hot cup of coffee takes precedence over making the bus. 😀
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YES – being late really bothers me. I would rather be 5 minutes early than 1 minute late. It also bugs me when we plan a get together or party and people arrive late. GRRR> it is a big pet peeve of mine
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I like to be on time! If my appointment is for 3:15, I can wait 15 minutes but waiting up to an hour or more with a scheduled appointment drives me nuts.
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Oh that would drive me insane! The kids and I go looney always waiting for hubby to join us in the car when we are going out ~ DH always has to brush his teeth after we are ready. UGH!
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HATE being late. Hate it more than anything!
And I thought it was hilarious that you messaged me about the flouride treatment as my daughter was sitting in the dental chair having hers done!! BTW if you aren’t on fluorinated water go book an appointment for a treatment for the kiddos 🙂
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This one made me laugh!!! One thing I could NEVER get used to in Mexico. We had people show up to my son’s birthday party 8 hours late!!! And I was the only one who was bothered by it!!!
Only 8 hours late. I think you dodged a bullet there 🙂
Thanks for sharing all your similar and familiar stories with me. Along the way I’ve met two kinds of people; those that love Mexico and those that don’t.
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It seems like the hotter the country, the slower things move. When I was in Costa Rica, I was told by a local that it is referred to as “Tico Time”.
Not sure what our cities excuse is because we’re high in the mountains where it’s “cool-ish” most of the time.
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I’m not sure I would do well living in Mexico when it comes to this. I am one of those always in time/circle the block I’m early kind of gal. 🙂
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Nothing the matter with being early in Mexico, as long as you don’t mind waiting a few hours for everyone else to arrive.
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No, being late doesn’t bother me for most things. I would be on time for a dinner at my parents for sure. Spending so much time at medical appointments for my son, I’ve grown wary of being in waiting rooms too much of our day. I will for the most part be pretty much on time but NEVER early that is for sure!
When does being late bother you?
For me, it’s not as much about me being late for things (I hardly ever am) as it is about other people being late. Although like I said, it doesn’t bother me anymore. At all.
Thanks for all your insightful comments.
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I hate being late and people that are late.
It depends on what it is. I tend to have a lot of patience for people who are late because I’m usually running behind. lol
This is one of my pet peeves. Whether its a Dr or lawyer or Indian chief my time is just as valuable as theirs.
I drives me nuts when people cannot be on time. I am the type of person that is at my destination 15 minutes ahead of time.
Haha this is so ME! I am ALWAYS late! But I don’t mean to be, I try really hard to be early or on time, but somehow I always forget something, and need to go back,
Yes it bothers me because I make an effort to be on time while there is always 1 or 2 people who take their time.
Yes; being late bothers me very much. I think being late is being rude if someone is expecting you and, if you are visiting a professional, you are cutting into someone else’s time. I think it is just good manners to be on time if possible.
Being late actually does bother me, a lot, but that is what we are known for in this family. I tell my kids every morning that being late is a sign of rudeness and disrespect, but nothing seems to motivate them. We have family members tell us the time for an event at least a half hour earlier because they know we will be late. Pretty sad, huh?
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You are a half-honorary Mexican. You’d be a full-fledged one if they told you the event happened an hour (plus) before it really did (two hours for birthday parties). Many people arrive AFTER the event has already happened.
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My one sister is late for absolutely everything! We have gotten to the point where we tell her the function starts an hour early just so she will only be a few moments late
yes it does bother me I don’t like being late i like to be punctual for everything i also feel when im late for a party i am being rude i also find when i am late for things it screws up my whole day especially when i have many errands to do that day
I love your blog on Being Late. My husband is Italian and we always tease him about running on Italian time.