Time

Sheila asked him “Do you have the time?” Ben answered “It’s five after two.” She responded “That is a perfectly good answer, but that is not the answer to my question.” He responded “I’m sorry, I don’t understand, you don’t want to know the time?” “That’s right.” Sheila said. “I asked, " Do you have the time?” Ben looked perplexed “The time for what?” Sheila’s eyebrow raised just a bit, “Well that’s up to you isn’t it?” Big Ben paused for just a second. “Wasn’t his whole existence about time?” Over a Hundred and sixty years he had been marking time. In fact the people of London have always looked up to him. Who was she to question him about time? Because of her he lost a second. How would he get it back? He thought a bit more, “That was the first second he had ever had to himself!” I guess Sheila will get her answer afterall, he does indeed have the time. In the end a Clock can’t make time but perhaps one named Ben can keep some for himself.