Too late

It wasn't normal for him to be this late. He was on time usually, the few times he had been late, he had texted before and complained about the traffic.Twice he had been quite late but still not this late, and he had communicated his delay. Something was up.

They made fun of him for his un-politician punctuality. He'd explain that he wasn't really a politician, not yet anyway, before the elections, or a really bad one at that because he had yet to win an election. This was of no help. The school days and local ribbon cuttings he went to had learned to be extra careful about his arrival for they had found themselves on the unprepared side when he had shown up right on the dot, an hour before they expected him. Those he were not into his brand of politics had grown a liking to him for only his punctuality and the mild respectful manner he spoke to everyone in, from a peon to a Principal, from a local youth organizer to the Prime Minister. There were not yet sold on his ability to win or his policies, but his personality was a winner.