“I’m on the road, Butte is 58 miles away, and I’m driving 85 mph. So I should be there in an hour. Oh, if only love were so easy to calculate.”
“My grandpa passed a few days ago. But I’m not sad. He was only driving 20 miles an hour, so I’m sure I’ll catch up to him.”
“Please don’t spoil my day; I’m miles away and, after all, I’m only sleeping.”
“I have slightly less than 60 miles to go, and I’m going slightly faster than 60 miles per hour. I should arrive in a bad mood.”
“But you're sleep, and you're a few miles away, and I have no means to get to you right now, so I’m writing.”
“Where are you taking me?” he asked.“To Got Games for a pair of those trick handcuffs,” I said. “I’m not letting you get away so easy this time.”