So next time you’re asked, don’t be quick with a number. Think about the vibe. The chaos. The moment you realized you were wearing someone else’s jacket.
The answer isn’t on a clock. It’s in the stack of dirty cups, the playlist that looped three times, and the smell of spilled soda on the carpet. That’s when it ended. And honestly, you wouldn’t trade that chaos for a perfect, on-time finish. Never.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go check what time my last coffee ended. I think it was three hours ago. Or was it three pots? It’s a mystery for another day.
