the trouble with being......... late

who's never been late?
Fact of life is that sometimes, through no fault of your own (except perhaps a bit of naivety on your part) life creates problems that results in you being late for something. But this isn't what I am talking about.

My previous posts touched upon the effects of your timing on other people and this is no different.
Picture the scene:

You arrive at a bar ten minutes early because for once you managed to get on the train you wanted to and before that, the roads were clear so that the bus you were on was left unhindered to go up the high street and around that round-about with no problems. You find a free table and sit down, get comfy and prepare your self to meet and greet your friend. Of course, you were early so you know that you'll have to wait for a moment which is no bother really as you do sort of need to relax after the public transport experience.
5 minutes pass and it is now the meeting time.
Of course, you didn't really expect them to be here on the dot, especially seeing your own early arrival was down to fantastic luck on the travelling so you wait for another 5 minutes.
10 further minutes pass and the bar is getting busier.
Feeling a little guilty you order a drink. After you order, you check your phone and your watch. They might've left a message that you missed or your watch might be wrong. Sitting there taking sips of your drink, you check your phone again. Across the floor of the bar you notice two people who might be looking in your direction. Having finished our first drink, you order a second but was that the best thing to do? Now you look like a person sitting in a bar drinking by themselves.
That couple at the bar are looking at you again.
Is it you they are looking at or is it the table.
Should you get up?
Stay where you are and well, drink by yourself?
It's half an hour now and still nothing.
No message, no phone call, no sign of them.
Is that couple laughing now?
Maybe I should get up and give them the table.
Maybe I should wait outside.
Perhaps they've got the meeting time wrong, or maybe the wrong address.
Check your phone again.

* * *

You think you hear your name and look up.
Finally, it's your friend.
It's over.... everything's ok.
You're not angry because the feeling of relief overtakes eerything else.
As the moment passes you think to yourself, "where the hell were you, why are you late?" but you want to shake off that lonely drinking image as quickly as possible.
It doesn't help that your friend just carries on as if nothing has happened. No apology, no "excuse me", no explantion, they just launch into coversation as if everything's normal.
Was it deliberate?
Was it just bad planning?
Was there an accident during their journey?

How?
Why?
Everything's not OK but you can't exactly bring it up now, can you.
If you do, you've just gone from person drinking by themselves into slightly drunk person shouting at someone. What do you do? Smile and carry on.
What is this person?
Selfish?
Inconsiderate?
Arrogant?