I hate running late. Hate it. Which is unfortunate for a GP, because sometimes people's troubles cannot be fixed and documented in only 15 minutes.
By the end of today I was running an hour late and I could see the setting sun through my window. I braced myself for complaints and called in my final patient. In he walks, smiles and says, "well there's no early minute for you today!"
Whew. Patients are people too - and nice people.