Unless my batteries go, I’m just going to tick and tock all day long, and my grandfather’s gonna ding a certain amount of times depending upon the hour. No one has the time of one’s life looking at a clock. And no one wishes that they had wished more time away than they already have. Sure, I’m a great conversation starter and may be the first thing someone says to their future spouse, but I’m more than just an awkward icebreaker or something that doesn’t move fast enough in Spanish class. Why do people yell at me when they know that I’m going at a pace of one second? I’m more certain than death or taxes. I’m not gonna magically go three seconds in one second. But I suppose if mankind can find ways to save daylight they’ll find ways to change time even further. People are always running out of time (athletes and teams, especially), yet I’m an infinite resource. Timing is everything, but not everything is timing.