You know I love you all, you’re a great bunch. However, when the clock strikes four, I expect one of you to be there so I can take my leave, and I’m tired of going on and on about it over the walkie until someone shows up. It’s not the end of the world, and it’s not like I have places to be at a certain time, but you don’t know that. It’s a matter of respecting other people’s time, yes?
