Back in 1995 BC (before cellphones) I was looking for a hookup using a phone chat line and found a guy who lived in Boystown, Chicago. I was in Evanston, about 7 miles away by car. He said it would take him about a half hour, but having made the drive several times I knew 45 minutes was more like it. 30, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 75, 90 minutes pass, no hookup guy. Back to the phones! Find a different guy from Lakeview. Says he will be 30 minutes, blah, blah, blah. Takes him an hour, apologizes because Lake Shore Drive was shut down due to an accident and had to take Broadway and Sheridan Road. We mess around, he cums and goes. About 15 minutes after the second hookup guy leaves the first hookup guy shows up. He was three cars back from the accident that shut down the drive and couldn't go anywhere. Totally frazzled, very apologetic, understood we probably wouldn't mess around but didn't want me to think he was a flake. Turned out, a long blow job using lots of tongue was just the thing to settle his jangled nerves.