“Oh, Emily, I mean Hilda. Hi, how are you? Long time, no see. And this must be little James.”
“Ha ha, yeah, he was up until 2 AM this morning, now he’s Charles. But what brings you into the store so early today?”
“Bargain hunting. I know the clerks were up all night changing the prices and packaging, but they always miss a few, and I was looking for items where a pound still meant 16 ounces instead of 15. Say, we’ve got to get together for coffee sometime and catch up.”
“What a great idea. Are you free tomoro afternoon to come over to my place?”
“I sure am. But remind me of what the house number is. All the homes on your street look about the same.”
“Well, here’s a card. Now we’re on the odd-numbered side of the street, 1525, instead of the even-numbered side, when we’re 644 over the summer. You can see that I’ve got them both listed to make it easy to keep track of.”
“Oh, and I see that you managed to fix your phone number, too, so only one digit is different after The Change: 7248 instead of 7249. That’s clever. And it’s a really good idea to have the cards printed up.”
“Yes, I said at Bob’s funeral that I should’ve done it earlier, before I got all flustered during his heart attack and mistakenly called the ambulance to the 644 address two years ago.”
“Well, the cards are such a good idea that I think I’ll probably do it, too! So, what time tomoro?”
“How about 2:30, will that work for you?”
“Ideal! Say, isn’t it a good thing that we don’t have to keep switching TIMES back and forth during The Change as well?”
“Oh, Susan, you’re so funny! Time is just a part of nature. Even Congress wouldn’t be so stupid as to make us change THAT twice a year.”
