The time is 4:21:48, which means two things: 1) In 1.091 seconds the hands of my watch will be perfectly aligned (except my watch is digital, so it doesn’t have any hands). 2) We’re going to be late for my appointment with Mr. Fitzpatrick. “We’re going to be late for my appointment with Mr. Fitzpatrick,” I tell Dad, extending my arm to show him my Casio SGW100 (which is the exact one the deep-sea divers use). The two lanes of traffic merge into one like a deck of cards being shuffled. “Coast,” replies Dad, without looking at me. I answer (correctly) without thinking (because I don’t have to), “Concentration Observation Anticipation Space Time.” Then I repeat myself, making sure to change the wording because if you repeat something furbatim (which means the exact same way), it means you’re lying. “We are running behind schedule for my consultation with Señor Fitzpatrick.” “Don’t you worry about Mr. Fitzpatrick,” says Dad, straightening up the wheel.
