C.L.D.

Imagine this for a second if you can....
I'm running through Grand Central Station.
Our train departs in exactly one minute.
I'm heading to an engagement party outside the city, which I was told specifically to be at the station at 2:30.
It is 2:47.
I'm in a dress and sandals.
My purse flinging from side to side occasionally slapping a passerby.
Throughout the hollowed tunnels you can hear echoes of what seems to form:
"HOLD THE TRAIN!"
The doors are closed. But to our amazement suddenly open.
"A second later and you two would have been shit out of luck" says the ticketer
After five minutes of catching our breathe and recalculating how easily we could have missed the train, Steph exhaustedly breaks the news.
"Chris, you suffer from C.L.D."
Chronic Lateness Disorder
Unfortunately, this is no surprise to me, except that I was unaware of the disorder status.
I'm making a conscious effort to improve and not be alone in my time zone.

This is real and very serious.
I do apologize if I ever ran late on your ass.