There are three certainties in life: death, taxes and getting stuck behind a shit driver when you’re late.

If we’re not supposed to be snacking late at night why is there a light in the fridge?

Sorry I’m late. Had to scroll back to my birth year.

Sorry I’m late, traffic is exactly how it’s been every day for the past couple years, and I was not expecting that.

Even in my early 20’s, I was diagnosed with late stage 40’s.

My cats won’t talk to me because I came home late from work.

When someone asks me why I’m leaving the party early, I say “I’m late for an appointment with my pajamas.”

I’m sorry for the things I said when I was running late due to circumstances completely within my control.

Considering that doctors are never on time, they should tell you to come a half hour late, not early.

Is it too late to reset my life back to factory settings?

I’m not “late”, I’m just very creative with my interpretation of “time”.

I don’t understand people who don’t have kids. Imagine having absolutely nobody to blame when you’re late.

Sorry I’m late. The door said PULL, but I don’t believe everything I read.

I could never be in the mafia, those guys stay up way to late.

I’m the Usain Bolt of running late.

I stay up late every night, regret it in the morning, and the next day I do it all over again.

They say the best things take time. That’s why I’m always late.

Due to foreseen circumstances well within my control I will be late.

Some people can’t sleep because they have insomnia. I can’t sleep because I have Internet.

Stay an extra hour in the office and no one cares. Arrive a few minutes late and everyone loses their minds.