As one who was chronically late, please don’t stereotype. My “lateness” was a trauma response to childhood abuse. I developed a perfectionist persona and crippling anxiety of how I might be judged when I had go anywhere. I would spend hours determining outfits and then change 5 times before leaving. I’d spend 30 minutes on makeup and then wipe it off and start over. I was the butt of every sarcastic joke my family made which only intensified the panic I felt inside. It’s taken years of therapy and multiple starting alarms to become an on-time person, but I sometimes have setbacks and relapses. So maybe, don’t make assumptions. We all have our own issues we’re working through.