When we were growing up, there was what was known as a mother's minute:
Us (me, brothers and sisters, neighbor kids, the dog): can we have some ice cream?
Mom: In a minute
10 minutes later:
Us: Can we have some ice cream now?
Mom: In a minute.
Mom's minute was a bit of flexible, elastic time. She was a bit busy. Of course, we kids had our own definition of minute.
Mom: It's getting dark, time to come inside.
Us: In a minute.
I was reminded of this last Sunday when I decided to head out for a quick bike ride to Riverside and told my wife I'd be gone for about an hour. That would leave time for shopping and a movie later.
18 miles and 2 1/2 hours later I made it back home. I went a little bit further than planned, and took a little longer way back home. Like usual.