I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
Yesterday I stood on a pool deck from 9:30 in the morning until about 3:30 in the afternoon. We rather exceeded the limit. As I was gathering my things to go home this was an actual conversation I overheard.
A weary father gathering his things to go home called to his son who was messing around with some friends. “Johnny,” he said. “It’s time to go.”
“Why do we have to go?” his son asked.
“The meet is over,” his father answered, stuffing towels and goggles into a backpack (probably Johnny’s).
“What?! You mean it’s over already?” He sounded incredulous, but I think his father was moreso.