Shoot. I was late for lunch with a client today. More than a client, he’s my friend.

Years ago, I read James Hunter’s The Servant and it opened my eyes to what I’m really saying when I’m late.

My time is more important that your time.

What I’m doing is more important than what I committed to doing with you.

I matter.

You don’t.

Ouch.

What a buzz kill for your Friday night. Just think about it. We are always communicating, just not necessarily what we think we are.