Sixty minutes. One hour. Not a lot of time in the larger scheme of things. But it is amazing what effect one lousy hour can have – when you lose it. Or worse - when it is stolen from you.
Like lemmings following the crowd, we turned our clocks forward last weekend. What I want to know is … WHY? C’mon now, a show of hands out there…. who among you can explain why we really need ‘Daylight Savings Time’?
I bet you didn’t know that Ben Franklin was among the first to suggest the idea. He figured adjusting the clocks in the spring could be a good way to save on candles. Uh-huh. Great. Thanks a lot, Ben. Obviously, you didn’t have cable television to keep you up all night.
And how is it that good people of Hawaii and Indiana – who have basically said ‘screw this’ to the ‘Uniform Time Act of 1966’ – are so much smarter than us? They obviously know what the geniuses who continue to perpetrate this scam on us don't – that we haven’t relied on candles for light in over a hundred years!
I know – I sound cranky. All I know is, I lost an hour. No one asked me - they just took it. Pffft - gone – like a twenty dollar bill in a game of ‘Three Card Monty’. I was out late Saturday night, had an early appointment on Sunday morning, and that one crummy hour has been kicking my butt all week. And I don’t care that I’m going to “get it back” in when the clocks change again in November, because it does me no good when I need it – which is now.
Seriously, who ever gets a good night’s sleep anymore? Not me. So losing even one precious hour is a big deal. And aside from sleeping, you can get a lot done in that hour that we get robbed of, can’t you? Like watching not one, but two Seinfeld reruns. Maybe help your kids with their homework. Catch up on some reading. Even fly from New York to Boston. Heck, in an hour, Charlie Sheen can apparently knock off a briefcase full of coke, two hookers and trash a hotel room.
I don't know, maybe I will feel better in November. But for now, all I can think is ‘We was robbed!’
