"We’re late, everybody's leaving,” she said as they parked in the Church parking lot.  In fact the service had been a little short with an early benediction. "But we can’t be this late. I set the clock back an hour slower before we went to bed, not two hours." 

"This is the last Sunday of October isn’t it?" he said. 

"Yeah, that’s when we set the clocks back.   I don’t understand it. Well, we may as well go back home and set the clocks back to where they were.  They must have skipped the change this year." They went back home and resumed their lives as usual.  A week later they arrived at Church at their usual time, according to their clocks. 

''Not many people here this morning,” he said, as they got out of the car and went inside.  No one was in the sanctuary. "Son of a gun, wrong again." 

"We could go to a Sunday School class, she said, "Would be better than twiddling our thumbs for an hour.  Besides we might learn something." "You know I forgot that Congress, in its great wisdom, changed the time change to November,” he said. 

When they got home from Church they set their clocks back an hour and remained in bad humor the rest of the day.  They spent the rest of the week trying to get used to their new schedule. This little anecdote has no moral.  It just reminds me that this I believe:  "Daylight savings time" does not save any daylight.   The claim is that it saves energy but I am skeptical about that, I’ve seen no proof.  It disrupts everyone’s circadian cycle twice a year.  I believe it’s a bureaucratic boondoggle to give more time on the golf course or maybe their favorite bar before dark in the summer. In short, I believe that fiddling with the clock twice a year is unnecessary nonsense.