Finally, Some Perspective

My clock stopped working. I shook it, but nothing changed. Then I banged it on the table. I learned this from my parents who used to bang the TV when it went on the fritz. I think they learned that from medical shows where ER technicians banged just dead people’s chest with a fist.

My dog, Rexy, looked over and said, “Did it help?”

I said, “No, I think I have a dead clock.”

Rexy said, “Why do you need to know the time anyway? You don’t have anywhere to be?”

I said, “Yes, but what if at some point I do?”

Rexy said, “What if we go to the moon, how will we breathe without oxygen?”

I threw the clock in the trash.