One of my quirks is that I must be on time to the point I would rather be a half-hour early than be even five minutes late. I can feel my spine squiggle if I’m running late.
My brother, in contrast, does make an effort to get someplace on time, but it’s not really a big deal to him if he’s late.
Now, imagine my stress when dealing with my brother and his two coworkers when we’re running late from lunch.
I want to scream at them to hurry up, but I know it’s just me being an ass. That doesn’t stop my spine from doing the jiggly dance of stress.