Wonderboy, inquiring about my evening plans: What will you do at twelve o’clock?
(We’ve already covered nine, ten, and eleven o’clock.)
Me: I’ll go to bed, probably.
Rilla (gasps): Twelve o’clock at night?
Rilla, incredulous: You mean there are minutes in the night??
Indeed They Do
Merriam-Webster, take note
Daily Dose of Humble Pie
Sometimes I miss the obvious
Who’s on First, the Crustacean Version