Longest: the boss asks you to just come to his office for a minute.
Shortest: a New York minute. (For those who don’t know the expression, it’s the amount of time between the lights changing from red to green, and some jackass in the car behind leaning on the horn).
Shortest: ticketing websites that reserve your booking with an on-screen timer ticking down whilst you frantically type in all the information ever about yourself for the Nth time after your password doesn’t meet unknown complexity requirements, you’ve failed the CAPTCHA test that only a computer could hope to read, not noticed that the screen refresh has thrown away what you’ve previously entered, and oh god oh god there’s only a minute left where’s my bloody bank card if the timer runs out they’ll have sold out they’re only doing one date this year is that a lower-case L or an upper-case i FFFFUUUUUU… That’ll be the price of an extra ticket in booking fees, please.
And this^
Particularly when I booked tickets for Kate Bush; I kept getting the page stall when I tried to confirm my booking, after four attempts, I noticed a tiny little T&C box in yellow halfway down the page for Kate, which didn’t show clearly on my phone’s screen.
Tapped it and hit confirm, an eternity passed before it went through, on 0.26 seconds…
As it happens my Row E seats turned out to be front row!