Well, I think I’ve finally found the source of the time warp in my house. This explains so much. I never have to feel badly about being late again. Time moves differently in my house, and it isn’t my fault.
I blame my dishwasher.
My dishwasher runs an eighty-two minute cycle from start to finish — or so it says on the digital timer on the front. I have photographic evidence that this is the source of my problem. Check it out:
See, I started the cycle at 11:41am.
I checked it at 12:08pm. Twenty-seven minutes later, and:
Bummer. My dishwasher still thinks we have eighty-two minutes left. It’s made zero progress. I gave it lots of extra time. It’s now 1:49pm. That’s an hour and forty-one minutes later — one hundred one minutes for those who think better this way. Is my eighty-two minute cycle done?
Nope, we still have sixteen minutes left. Hmmmmm.
Yep, it’s finally done. See the nice green dot light?
And it’s only 2:07. See? My eighty-two minute cycle took one hundred forty-six minutes. Now ummm, I’m late for meeting a friend for a late afternoon snack. Gotta run! I don’t know where the time went!