Not fucking acceptable.
I remember one morning during the summer holidays my alarm didn’t go off and I literally woke up at 10:55 Saturday morning when I was supposed to be meeting Lloyd by Tescos at 11am so we could go hang out around town. I put some clothes on as fast as I could, grabbed my bike and cycled all the way there and only arrived at five past eleven. I remember being so impressed with how fast I’d reacted, even if I was feeling mank from a lack of shower and the intense cycle.
Cunt didn’t turn up till 11:30.