Crap. I thought I was getting out at 5. Nope, I get out at 6. I was all set to mill around at the nearby mall until 6 when we’re all going to get some Mexican food.
Bah!
If you’d used your powers of ESP-N, you would have known this would happen.
Well, I’d know that it’d be clock: 1, Trevor: 0, but I wouldn’t know how it’d play out.
It’s like I mugged Biff Tannen and got the sports almanac. I’d know the scores, but I wouldn’t know how they got there.
You just can’t win, huh? But I hope your evening out is a slam-dunk.
Okay, I’ll stop now.
It can’t not be. I’m getting fed.