'no, no. i'm not late, really'.

no, mister, i can swear. i'm not late. i arrived here precisely on time, if not an hour before. what? you didn't see me? well, you never do actually... i feel this is rather unfair. i'm not late and i have never been late, not when it comes to this. i'm always punctual for events such as this. i'm always here, right on time.

no, no! you can't do this, you can't do this to me. it's not my fault you haven't seen me standing here for the past few hours. all you've been doing is attending to this other people, who had arrived far later than me... unreasonable. had you seen me, and bothered with my presence, you would have noticed i was here a long time ago. i've been here so long that i lost track of time. and yet you never seem to notice me.

won't happen. no, absolutely not. this is absurd. i am definitely not leaving, not moving an inch, thank you. i've been here for so long. no matter what you say, i'm staying. because i want to and because i've been here for so long, i see no difference in leaving. why am i being difficult? mister, i am not. if anyone to blame, it's you. you've failed to notice me despite me waving my hands in the air frantically, trying to catch your attention.

i'm staying put. it's not because i'm being difficult but i feel that this is my place, this is where i should be. i came here early, for one. and i'm not going till my job's done, or at least not till i feel that it's done. no, don't mind me at all. i'll be sitting right here, under this tree. tell me when you finally have the time.

goodbye then. oh, yes, mister. don't worry, i like staying here. it's been a long time since i've been sat down here, watching you carry out all your business. i dare say that you're good at your job. and i do enjoy admiring you do it so well. oh, do get on with your job then. i'll just wait here. of course, also because i want to.