And then there was the whole wedding fiasco last week. A groom,
on the way to his wedding ceremony, noticed that he was two hours
early, so he stopped off at the cybercafe to do some web surfing.
When he showed up to the ceremony two hours late, the bride and
everyone else were not overjoyed to see him.
The straw that broke the camel’s back, though, was last week when
an army major was traveling through town. Being an army major, he would regularly adjust his wrist watch to make sure it was
perfectly on time. When he saw the clock above the bank, he immediately reset his watch three hours ahead of time. And the next
morning he woke his troops at 3 AM to do their regular 6 AM ten
mile morning run.
The troops were not amused. And so they stopped by to pay a
friendly visit to the bank manager. “Please, please, please repair
the clock above the door of your bank,” they spoke in military unison. “Each one of us would like to chip in $20 to repair the clock,”
they added.
The bank manager, a kindly young woman, promised that she
would do whatever she could to find a part to repair the clock. She
would even take the clock to a clockerenarian, if need be. And she
had not ruled out the possibility of driving the clock straight to the
clockpital, herself. Her own doctor had recommended some skilled
clocktors that she could use when she received the replacement
part.
Until the clock was repaired, though, she decided to switch off its
electricity. For three weeks the lights on the clock were entirely
dark. And then one day a UPS truck drove up the bank with a very
small package. Inside that very small package was a very small
part that made the clock healthy again.
The town sighed a huge sigh of relief when the clock was switched
on again. And then everyone reset their watches and went on their
merry way.