late for a very important date

A few months ago, I found myself pacing through my living room and repeatedly dialing my boyfriend's phone number.  He had called earlier in the day to tell me that he made reservations at an exclusive NYC restaurant and would pick me up at 7:30 after a "quick drink" with a coworker.  Naturally, I was fuming when the clock hit 8:00 and my normally prompt boyfriend was nowhere to be found.  You can imagine my reaction when I found him giggling in the hallway, debating whether or not to ring my doorbell:

Takeaway: You may want to stab a pencil through his eye right now, but in six months, his innocent justifications for bad behavior will become a shared memory that you laugh about.