About 25 years ago I dropped by my friend Joe’s house one Sunday morning. I could immediately tell that things were tense. Joe’s girlfriend was making a lot of racket towards the back of the house. Debbie was a little curvier than I like but she had that psycho-bitch thing down pretty good. She was the shoe department manager at the K-Mart where they both worked.
Joe shrugged apologetically and said, “We overslept and she’s twenty minutes late for work.”
“What time was she supposed to be there?” I asked.
“Ten o’clock” he said.
I looked at my watch and said, “Dude, today is Daylight Savings Time. She’s an hour and twenty minutes late.”
Joe turned even paler than usual and without saying anything he got up and walked to the back of the house. It got quiet for a second, then I heard a shriek and it got really loud.
When Joe came back I said, “I better go” and he said, “Yeah.”