In almost every relationship, there is one person who is always ready to exit the house and one person who is not. In almost all relationships, these roles never change. One person is ready every single time and the other is not.
The former spends a lifetime waiting by the door, shuffling feet, thumbing through magazines, arranging sofa pillows, trying to remain calm.
The latter spends a lifetime listing a series excuses for the delay, in addition to expressing practiced confusion and outrage over any attempt to by the former to expedite the departure or simply provide a reminder as to the current time.
I have always been the person ready to exit the house.
What about you?