 I can't get mad when people show up at 7.30. I can be anxious. And for that half hour, I can grumble. I can fidget with whatever I've had catered or whatever I've cooked or whatever's going on there. But once people get there, I'm going to be like, no, screw you. You didn't show up at 7 o'clock. Get out of here. Beat it. Who needs you?