My DH is the most unpunctual person I have ever met. It spoils my anticipation of holidays. Because of where we live, it is always a 3-4 hour drive to get to the ferry or airport. DH calculates exactly how long he thinks it will take and then refuses to allow time for traffic holdups or, worse still, the fact that he is never, ever ready on time. We're not talking about being 5 or 10 minutes late, we're talking about 45 minutes or longer. He then drives through the countryside at breakneck speed risking speeding tickets and far, far worse, with me sitting on the edge of my seat with every muscle in my body tensed. Then as we're driving like this, he barks out instructions for me to phone ahead to the airline/ferry operators to tell them that we're on our way!! As if they are going to hold up an entire ship or plane just for us! His faith in this approach to punctuality is unfortunately reinforced by the fact that we usually (but not always) catch said plane or ferry by the skin of our teeth. Once settled and the adrenalin levels have subsided to acceptable levels, he will turn to me, smile ruefully and say 'sorry about that'. Grrr!