My watch loses four minutes each day. Notice I did not say my watch is four minutes slow or four minutes behind; no. It physically loses four minutes.Each morning, I get in my car to go to work. Each morning, I glance at the car clock (8:35) and then at my watch (8:31). And then—this next part is important—I take my watch off and reset it to match the car clock.
My watch, my car, and I repeat this little dance every morning. It’s fun. Not really.This has been going on for several months now.
I am sure you are wondering how I know that the watch is slow and it is not that the clock in the car is fast. I know this because the car clock matches every other clock in the world. Plus it is a Toyota, and everyone knows those Japanese people are very precise. I like Japanese people. I think their entire culture could be summed up in one word: Virgo.You know who else is Virgo? Switzerland. Yep.
But I digress.My whole point is, where did those four minutes go? When I was waiting in line at Starbucks and it seemed like a really long time, is that where the extra minutes went? Or when I was on hold with the receptionist at the doctor’s office when I called: did the four minutes go there?
Where are my four minutes?