This is no longer relevant to me, as I now work from home; but I felt the same way a few years back when I used to commute. Then a giant cargo ship crashed into the bridge I used to cross daily (which was not a drawbridge but preceded one on my commute) and collapsed it.
At least, I expect, me being late that day would have been excusable.
In the days of old when knights were bold and toilet paper wasn’t invented, they’d wipe their ass with a piece of grass and walk away contented.