"Let me know when you have a moment," said the boss.
His idea of a moment is not my idea of a moment.
A moment to me is a flash of recognition in the street, or sipping coffee that's just a little too hot.
His idea of a moment is forty minutes at the end of the day, delaying my commute home until traffic's at its worst.
It could be worse. I hear that the secret police of many nations tap people on the shoulder and say "Do you have a moment?" all the time.
Those people tend to vanish.
Another bad day at work. Strange how I have a lot of these stories, eh?
