Today, I won’t be last.
I can tell.
Probably because I’m leaving 13 hours earlier than normal.
I meet my friends every Thursday for dinner at Nandos, at 6pm. Meaning it’s now 5am.
Going outside, I hop into the awaiting Uber, and tell the driver where to go.
When the car arrives at Nandos a few minutes later, I rush from the car and head inside, only to see that my friends are already at a table.
“What?!” I exclaim. “How can I possibly be last here? It’s 5:07 am!”
“I think your watch is wrong.” My friends chuckle. So that’s why I’m always last.