I didn't take time to read that but according to your post, my grandmother was insane.
All her life, she was late for everything except work.
My grandfather would stand with his hand in his pocket jingling change....jingle jangle jingle jangle jangle jing jing jingle
with an annoying and very trying patience on his face. All the while watching my grandmother breeze ever so slowly
through the living room, to the kitchen for a drink of water......then to the bathroom for a bit more powder puff on that white powder she put on her face.....and then back to their bedroom for her handbag......then upstairs to make sure the windows were closed.....and then.....
My Grandfather would lose his cool 'GOOD LORD GOD HIMSELF IS GOING TO BE HERE BEFORE YOU GET READY FOR CHURCH!!! MYRTLE, HERE THEY ARE, HURRY UP MYRTLEEEEEEEL, WE CAN'T KEEP THEM WAITING, COME ON MYRTLE......and my grandmother would say very quietly......
The good Lord will wait for me because he knows how patient I have been with you all my life and maybe I should have married Finis. Finis was always very patient.
and then my grandfather......
FINIS FINIS FINIS HE IS DEAD IN THE GROUND PROBABLY DEAD BECAUSE HIS WIFE WAS ALWAYS LATE FOR CHURCH!!
I can hear my grandmothers high heel shoes on the floor as she seemingly wanted to be late and it was as if she enjoyed seeing something that my grandfather could not control over her.......her lateness.