In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Retrospectively Funny.”
A few years ago we were in a dimly lit cafe in the very early hours of the morning after a night on the razz. My friend peered at the bill but was too squiffy to read it properly, so I went to settle up. She remarked how cheap it was, although I thought it was about right.
It was only when she showed me the receipt the following day that I pointed out it was not 4 Euros, 30 cents. She had been looking at the time! 4.30 a.m.
We still sometimes say How much? when we want to know the time.