No, it’s not wrong, but you have to remember not every person who is in line at the confessional is in the same place you are. I remember quite well my first confession after nearly 20 years. There was no thinking, no planning about it. I woke up one Saturday morning and “knew” I needed to go so I went to the scheduled time at my parish. Never thought about making an appointment ahead of time, all I knew was that God was knocking and this time I was going to answer.
Same for me, now. In the beginning it was not so easy.
This is quite an assumption. I will agree that on a *very rare occaision *you may have someone who may consistently do this, but it is up to the priest to handle this. You have no way of knowing the heart or mind of the other person (see my comment above).
Again, as I said above the day I went to confession for the first time in 20 years, I was not thinking about anyone but God and how I had disappointed Him for all those years. And if I had been a member of CAF then, and come home from confession and saw a post like this, it might have made me very self-consious the next time I attempted confession.
I understand where you are coming from. All I am trying to do is get you to see the other side of the same coin.
On CAF, one always has to make disclaimers.
Which is why I specifically said I was not referring to someone who hasn’t been to confession in years.
Not everyone has that “gene” that helps you to be alert to people around you and those things happening around you. I would hope someone who doesn’t know better would say, “Wow. I guess I do sometimes lose track of time and forget there are people waiting.”
This has happened to me more than once at this parish and there are particular people who take a long time.
I have a confession to make: One time I really needed absolution and this woman took almost the full 20 minutes. As I was going in the priest was coming out (Yikes, he saw me

) and he couldn’t stay. As I passed the woman in the vestibule, I muttered that she knew that I had been waiting.
She says to me, “You don’t know how much feelings I had.” English was not her first language but I understood her to mean she had a lot to get off her chest. So it was a counseling session and a time for her to vent, never mind anyone else who was waiting.
Needless to say, I shouldn’t have approached her so no need to post that. I supposed I could have offered it up.
But in the same way, I showed consideration when I told the priest at my last confession that there was one more person when he was about to leave, is the same way someone can be thoughtful of others.
We’re all sinners and need the penance of reconciliation.