Monday, March 10, 2014

Changing the Clocks

Apologies-this post was meant for Motzei Shabbos, when we set our clocks ahead one hour.
I remember clearly, being set up on a Motzei Shabbos, years back, at the same time we were to change our clocks. Unfortunately, I can't remember if it was to set our clocks back or ahead.
All I can remember is being driven home after a most boring date and then sitting in the car with the guy, as he seemed to be in the mood to chat. I, on the other hand, was eyeing my front door through the passenger window-hoping that with some 'staring power' it might automatically blow open, beckoning me to run outta the car and head inside my house. But such was not the case. Instead, almost as a tease, I politely sat in the car with the guy and pretended to listen with interest as he related one of his many stories, this, about his adorable niece and so on and so on. I watched the time on his dashboard, each minute going by so painfully, and then maybe the time in his car changed automatically but it seemed to be the LONGEST DATE EVER. Until finally, it must've been about 2am, and my limit on the amount of yawns, stretches and nods was up.I thanked him and wished him a good night/morning and headed into my house for some sleep.
Now each time there is a clock change, I cringe at the thought of another boring, neverending date.
B"H this past Motzei Shabbos was an 'undated clock change' 

1 comment:

  1. Double Standards in Dating: