Yesterday Stevie Wishnicks was back again, this time for her husband. She hands me two prescriptions and says, "So... five to ten minutes?"
"I'm working on a couple ahead of you. Give me fifteen minutes," I reply.
"That's great. I can count time," was her odd reply.
I get to work finishing up the people ahead of her. I'm working fast because I know she can't "count time" worth a darn. I figure I have eight minutes before she returns.
Nope. She was back in five minutes. Five minutes isn't fifteen minutes. I honestly think some people live in another dimension or are affected in some way which prevents them from correctly assessing the passage of time.
I did some calculations and crunched some numbers. Below are my notes and research, followed with my results of this investigation:
My conclusion is that Stevie Wishnicks is harboring a singularity (black hole) within her mass, or she's just simply a pushy bitch.