About last night

I might be assaulting y'all with Julie stories for a few days. Just to warn you.

Julie is notoriously late. Like, really, really late. She misses trains. She makes large groups of people wait for her. She calls 1/2 hour after she's supposed to be there and says she needs to "dry her hair." I cannot tell you how many hours of my life I've lost to Waiting for Julie.

Last night, she was scheduled to take the 6:30 train into the city. At 7:30, my phone rings.

Me: Where are you?

Julie: I missed the train and have to take the 8:00.

Me: [silence]

Julie: Are you mad?

Me: I'm fucking HUNGRY is what I am.

Julie: I'm sorry.

Thirty seconds later, someone knocks on my door. Peephole. Julie. I open it.

Julie: Hi!

Me: You are such an asshole.

Julie: Oh come on. I had to hear you get all huffy on the phone one last time.