Being Late

Black people love being late.  Black people are late for everything - late for work, late for their doctor’s appointment, late for meetings, late for weddings, late for funerals.  It doesn’t matter if the black person is the bride or the corpse, she’s gonna be late. 

It’s not completely black people’s fault.  Moi discovered this when she recently attended a party given by africans.  The invitation was for 4 o’clock.  Moi shows up at 4:30, entered the ballroom - exactly one table out of twenty-five had guests.  Yours truly then decided to partake at the bar to wait for the guests to arrive.  Four-and-one-half hours later, guests were still arriving.  It wasn’t until fully at 8:30 that evening that all of the guests showed up!  The next day, the hostess apologized attempting to explain to moi that, well, africans can be a little late sometimes.  Moi brushed it off reminding her that she was, after all, a descendant of africans and was quite familar with CP time. 

So is it genetic or is something else going on?  Do black folks see time as something the white invented and they refuse to be “slaves” to it?  Moi has attended black weddings and literally waited two hours for the bride to finally show.  Don’t attend a Tyler Perry play.  You’ll miss the first two acts while black folks are stepping on your feet to get to their seats.  Attend a “white” play and the only ones that show late, are, yep, you guessed it, black folks.  Moi rolls her eyes at them and thinks, “Harrump - *typical*!”  Moi has her on dealings with time.  She shows up for doctor’s appointments ahead of time.  She gets to the movies ahead of time.  She’ll meet you at the corner of Vine and Maple on time, but she’s late every day for work and dares somebody to say something so she can cop an at-tit-tude.

Late for everything and copping an attitude about it, black people love that shit. 

On A Serious Tip:

If the above sounds like you, you might be interested to know just why you are always late:  Capitol City Courier