The late-comer is a married middle-aged man. 

He knows it all. (Or thinks he does.) When he is proven wrong, he merely laughs it off. He can't be wrong, of course.

He is fit and agile. (Or thinks he is.) When he fails at gym, he makes that high-pitched whooping noise like it's the most difficult thing ever. Then come the excuses, the most often used one being: no energy for working out after work. Or else, it's because his muscles have atrophied and get tired easily from not having been to gym for a whole week. It's hardly his fault, of course.

His grammar is faultless. (Or so he thinks.) And so he thinks nothing of proclaiming that random sentences are "wrong". One such incident takes place at a dinner for five. The unfortunate victim - a poster hanging just behind the table. No one at the table says a word. Maybe they are confused. The English News Editor barely manages not to roll her eyes. He fails to notice, of course.

But what's really annoying about the late-comer is in fact, none of the above. I just hate that he arrives late a lot of the time. I think I, being subject to the vagaries of public transport, should be the one who arrives late all the time!

The late-comer drives a black family sedan. One time, I agree to go to the gym with him in the evening. He says he can pick me up at 7pm at a bus stop just before the turn-off onto the expressway. However, when I get to the bus stop 5 minutes before the appointed time, his response is this: I will be late. No other information is provided. 

He then rolls up 30 minutes later. I get into the car. The late-comer starts to make small talk but the words are like flies swarming around my head. No apology was forthcoming and no reference made at all to his tardiness. Maybe the flies were trying to articulate it: I'm such a buzz-buzz-buzy man that I can't (be bothered to) tell you in advance I'm running late! 

Or maybe they were trying to tell me I was actually 30 minutes early?

I imagine (or maybe I hope) a mutual acquaintance of ours comes across this post.

I read your post about the late-comer, mutual acquaintance would say. Should I tell him about it?

Haha! I'd reply. Perhaps to push him into the abyss of a full-blown mid-life crisis? Thumbs up!