I was sitting in a government office today, waiting my turn to change my mailing address since I will soon be moving. About 40 minutes after I arrived, my number was called.
Thing is, I had brought pen and notebook with me, as I always do, and had started writing a scene in a new short story. (For context: last month I stopped writing a cycle of comic space opera stories about a ship crewed entirely by seniors. Although I had wanted to write one more story to get myself to the 80,000 per volume I always aim for, I felt I should stop at 73,000 because I had so much to do to prepare for the move.)
I’m pretty sure that, when they have waited over half an hour for their number to be called, normal people don’t think: “Can I get five more minutes? I’m really getting into this scene!”