I am quite tolerant of people fucking about with turning up on time, but one time I lost it. On my own wedding day, the she witness arrived fifty minutes late at the registry office and we almost got booted out by the registrar as there was the next wedding lined up. Thanks to her, the office and the next party, it all went relatively smoothly in the end. When the tart finally made her fucking appearance, I was ready to put her refurbished head though the wall and told her so. Haven't spoken to the cunt since.