I texted him I would be right out. He’s never this impatient when he picks me up.
Beep! Beep!
What a jerk. He’s been waiting for maybe 2 minutes. I send his call to voicemail. I go extra slow just to spite him.
When I’m ready on my own time, I head out. But I’m in for a shock. He’s not in his car, but instead being stretched onto an ambulance. Poor thing had a heart attack and was trying to get my help. I’m the real jerk.
Thankfully, he recovers, and I’m never late again.