Before I left the office for lunch today, I went to the ladies' room. When I came out, I looked at the clock in the kitchen, which said it was about a quarter to one.
I went to my car, drove maybe a mile to Wendy's. Ordered my food, worked part of a crossword while I ate, cleaned up my food trash, and got out my knitting. Looked at the time on my phone so I would know how much time I had left, and it said 1:59.
I couldn't believe it took me an hour and fifteen minutes to do those things, but I thought maybe I got distracted by the crossword. Could happen.
I put away my socks and went back to work. First thing, I went to take another look at the kitchen clock.
Even now, at five pm, it still says it's a quarter to one.