When Your Lower Half Is Running Behind

I just got back from a trip to Cuba. I have a friend whose mother lives there, and she asked me to deliver a care package. I call her when I return.

Me: “I received your package. Your mother gave me a package to give to you. You can come get it tomorrow.”

Friend: “Can’t I get it tonight?”

I’m headed out, and my friend is notoriously late.

Me: “I’m going to the movies with some friends, but if you come over right now, I’ll wait for you.”

Sure enough, she arrives almost immediately.

Me: “This is from your mother… wait, are you not wearing pants?”

Friend: “You said you were leaving; I didn’t want to waste time getting dressed.”

She was wearing a long shirt, but I wasn’t in THAT much of a hurry.