I'm supposed to have a dental appointment next Thursday afternoon. If you would, kind sir, just happen upon the meridian, say about 7pm your time that day and, you know, just happen to stumble and accidentally kick the thing, several times, I could really use the excuse.
A couple centuries back when I was just a pup I was out to dinner with some of our senior sales folks. Yes, I was a teckie but I was their teckie and they took it on themselves to look after me. Anywho, one of the guys was telling us about his trip into the rural back lands where he stopped to get a haircut at one of his favorite old-fashioned real barber-pole barber shops. The farmers knew him and welcomed him since he was the banker’s friend and they sat around talking of life. One older woman, he described as hard as stone and grizzled, was up in the chair getting her hair cut and was carrying on about how the government never did nothing for the farmers always catering to them city folks. She was adamant that the government had no right to be changing the clocks and fiddling with God’s time. That extra hour of sunlight was just burning up her crops.