Thirty minutes
Mar. 4th, 2010 10:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyMy dental check up is on Friday at 11am. I got a phone call from the dentist's office yesterday evening. 'We've had a cancellation,' said the woman, 'if you'd like to see the dentist sooner.' She sounded so happy that she could offer me this exciting opportunity, even though Friday is not far away and I was already pleased with how quickly I could get an appointment. 'Would you like to come in on Friday at ten-thirty?' Half an hour earlier, lucky me. I said yes, because she sounded nice and cheerful and really seemed to think she was doing me a huge favour.
Speaking of half hours, my colleague Brian crossed the state border yesterday, changing time zones. He got to live thirty minutes of his life again and have a twenty-four-and-a-half hour day. How very sci-fi.
They do things differently over the border. I once rang a hospital administrator there to ask what day the new interns started their term. She told me the date and I said, 'Thanks for tha... no, wait, that's a Wednesday,' and she said, speaking the obvious truth slowly for the benefit of the stupid Victorian, 'Yes, the week always starts on Wednesday.' That told me.
Speaking of half hours, my colleague Brian crossed the state border yesterday, changing time zones. He got to live thirty minutes of his life again and have a twenty-four-and-a-half hour day. How very sci-fi.
They do things differently over the border. I once rang a hospital administrator there to ask what day the new interns started their term. She told me the date and I said, 'Thanks for tha... no, wait, that's a Wednesday,' and she said, speaking the obvious truth slowly for the benefit of the stupid Victorian, 'Yes, the week always starts on Wednesday.' That told me.