I made the appointment and blew it. When Fred called to say he was going to be a few minutes late, I hadn't left the house yet.
"Fred," I said, "I'm behind the 8-Ball; I live west of the Tucson Mountains, and it's going to take 45 minutes to get there. Is that okay?"
Fred said "Sure", but he really meant "Are you kidding me?"
I'm sorry, Fred. Here's something to remember me by: