Daylight Savings time came early this year. Supposedly it’s going to save us all this energy, but I highly doubt it. Instead it just engendered a mild case of Y2K fever (oh no! Our computer clocks won’t work! The world might end!), and like Y2K, it pretty much came to nothing. Do you ever feel slightly disappointed when a disaster doesn’t strike? I mean, it’s not like I want horrible things to happen, but sometimes I feel a twinge of regret that I wasn’t able to see how I’d behave in a crisis.
Actually, I take that back. I know how I behave in a crisis. Stupidly. A few years ago while on my way to a cookout in a nice residential neighborhood, I came upon a most unfamiliar sight. There were several police cars blocking off the cross street, and there were officers surrounding the house. The cops were doing their little cop-crouch, like you see in the movies, and they had their guns out. What was I doing? I was idling my car, taking everything in. One of the crouching cops gave me a look as if to say, Go on! Get out of here! Then it hit me. OH! Wait! You have your GUNS out! This is a bad situation. I need to leave now. I’m on it. I backed my car out and went along my merry, stupid way.
So I take it back. I’m glad we didn’t have a crisis. I’d have more to worry about than my chronic tardiness getting into eyebrow-raising territory.