Twice a year, we change the clocks for daylight-savings
time.

And twice a year, my normally punctual blond assistant
arrives late to work the Monday after we do so. I finally
had to find out why.

"Do you have a problem remembering
to spring forward or fall back?" I asked.

"Oh,
no, " she said, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"What
gets to me is staying up until 2 a.m. to change all my clocks."