Late for Lunch

You're late for lunch. That's the text message I sent to my BFF yesterday while I was waiting for her at the restaurant. We were supposed to meet at 12 but she was already 25 minutes late. The reply I got was "I'm on my way, I helped my son buy radial engineering effects pedals." She arrived 15 minutes later. J is never late; yesterday was the first time so it was alright. The pedals were for his son's guitar. He has a band and their pretty good. They'll be having a gig tonight and hubs and I are invited.