clockwatching
Was having a whinge last week about how long it was taking me to get home via the train each night.
No complaints about the morning service. I often catch the 8.45am Flinders St train and am at my desk at work for 9.00am. Splendid.
However, in the evening it was taking me over an hour to get home. How could this be? Outrageous. Much discussion of various strategies as to how I could shave some time off this extraordinaryily time consuming journey to Footscray.
But then a simpler solution occurred. How about instead of using the clock on the wall at work (which, unbeknown to me, was actually twenty minutes slow) to indicate my time of departure from work and the watch on my wrist (currently keeping perfect time) to indicate the time at which I arrive home, I just get a tall person to change the time on the clock on the wall at work so it shows the correct time?
Mystery solved.
Ah, where would we be without tall people? As a tall person myself I am always rescuing supermarket items from high shelves, but so far no clock adjustments – will have to keep an eye out for any short people in clock distress..
March 15th, 2004 at 5:14 pm