Phil looked down at his watch. Nancy
was late as usual and as usual Again,
Phil found him self about to leave and

about to stay at the same time. Where
had she wandered off to this time.
It wasn't that he didn't love her
 
from head to toe and all the little
idiosyncrasies that enveloped women in 
general, but her particular brand of 

tardiness was becoming an art. What could
she be doing that was taking so long anyway?
Phil thought it probably wasn't anything

important. He'd wait.