“How many minutes do we have?”

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*