Eating dinner with good friends Mr. and Mrs. Clock. Making small talk. Chatting and joking and enjoying the company of nice people. And Mr. Clock asks,
"So, when are you going to be done."
And Mrs. Clock, who has obviously seen this post, lunges across the table with her best mom finger and says,
"Don't you DARE ask her that."
Dang. Really wish I could have had her as my body guard all during my break.