I need to get a watch.
I decided to bicycle to the Community Groups meeting last Wednesday. Allowed two hours to travel the sixteen miles, then wound up stopping at a nearby Farm Fresh to avoid arriving an hour early. Wandered around for a while and realized I’d left my clock/speedometer on the bike. Saw a short line at the register and read the cashier’s name-tag. Asked, “Excuse me, Michael; have you got the time?”
In a lilting soprano, he started “I get off at …”
