Now? How about now?

I picked up Angela's dry cleaning and had returned it to her.

"There you are," I said tossing the clothes on Bob's old desk. "So, I guess the devil really does wear Prada."

"Ha ha, Noah. So very funny," she replied unenthusiastically. She examined the clothing and said, "Yes, well, that will do."

"So, can I get back to hunting villains now?"

She gave me a strange and creepy look (not that she has many others) and said, "I will send you out when the time is right."

"But it's 3:14!" I complained. "The time is right!"

"Hmmm...I'm not feeling it," she moaned in that dreadful old lady voice of hers.

"What about now?"

"Still no."

"Now?"

"No."

"How about--"

"No!"

I could tell I was wearing her down. Any minute now she would crack.

....THREE HOURS LATER....

"It's 6:15...that's gotta be the right time."

"It's not," she responded.

"Now?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"Still no."

"What about--"

"No!"