That would make time zones rly confusing
Terrance, remind me of my schedule, won’t you?
“Sure thing, Ms. Haines. At coffee in the morning, you’ve got a sit-down with the designer in charge of the marketing for your new line of dresses. Should only be about an hour, so you’ll have plenty of time to get across time by coffee o’clock to receive the award for Humanitarian Efforts in the Fabric Industry from the Commission For Sustainable Fashion.”
Oh, but those things are such a bore. Tell me it doesn’t go long?
“Only until about coffee o’clock, Ms. Haines.”
Well, I guess that’s better than I could hope for, but still dreadful. Go on.
“Yes, ma’am, following the ceremony, at about coffee o’clock, there will be a luncheon, but you’ll have to skip it because you’ve had a long-standing lunch date with Mario Val De LaCucia.”
Oh, that’s right! What a joy to see him. And in sandal-weather to boot! He possesses such lovely cuticles. When did he get into town?
“Last night, about coffee o’clock.”
A pity we couldn’t grab a drink. Though I was busy until coffee o’clock myself, so it wouldn’t have worked even if I’d remembered. Now, tell me, the afternoon?
“Yes, of course, Ms. Haines: following lunch, you’ll have from coffee o’clock to coffee o’clock to meditate, but the sales meeting after that can be bumped back to coffee o’clock, or even as late as coffee o’clock, if need be. But it can’t go past coffee o’clock because you have a dentist appointment.”
A dentist appointment so late?
“I’m so sorry Ms. Haines. The receptionist only gave me five possible times: coffee o’clock, coffee o’clock, coffee o’clock, coffee o’clock, or coffee o’clock.”
Ah, I see. Thank you, Terrance. Now, if you don’t mind, I could really use some caffeine. Would you run to the coffee shop? You know what to get me.
“Of course, Ms. Haines, a chai tea.”
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