This often happened in a bookstudy I was "priviledged" to attend. The bookstudy was supposed to go from 7:30 - 8:45, but Brother Tardy invariably showed up at 7:32 and would leisurely say hello to everyone and pass out the books to his kids. He'd finally get started at about 7:35. He'd spend about a half hour on the first paragraph, then half-heartedly pick up the pace as the time escaped him.
Since I was often the assigned reader, once the meeting began running overtime, I would read as fast as I could and refuse to offer any comments. If he asked me to say the closing prayer, I would say the quickest one I could.