not enough time

I was amused today and just had to mention it before it was fogotten forever. I arrived at the restaurant and asked our butcher if he had the chance to work on some sausage I had worked on with him. He was supposed to marinate it on Saturday, but apparently lost the memo. In any case, this fine Sunday morning I found him sitting at our little cafe table, smoking a cigarette and working on his mid-morning espresso. His answer to me: "no time." He was apparently too busy to work on it. One of those moments I just had to shrug and mutter something like "ah, okay, I guess I´ll do it myself..."