Enter Little Girl (possibly five years of age) and her father:
Little Girl: “How many minutes do we have?”
Miss Print: “What do you mean?”
LG: “How many minutes do we have?”
Miss Print: “Until the library closes?”
LG: *nods*
Miss Print does some quick calculations. (It was approximately 6:15 and the library closed at eight that evening.)
Miss Print: “You have one hundred and five minutes.”
LG: “That’s a lot.”
Miss Print: “Yup. You’re probably covered.”
LG: “What does covered mean?”
Miss Print: “It means you’re safe. You have plenty of time.”
I would later learn that I also impressed two coworkers with my crazy time telling skills. *bows humbly*
Miss Print 