I was closing up my desk area when Mr. BIL said, “Hey, can you type up a quick email for me?”
“Sure,” I responded, “but I have to be out of here by 6:15 or 6:20 p.m.”
He looked at his clock. It said 6:01 p.m.
“No problem!” he said, picking up his digital dictation recorder.
It is now 6:07 p.m. and he’s still dictating.
Methinks I won’t be leaving by 6:20 p.m.
