This slice is probably a repeat. That’s OK, I guess, since the event that inspires it is repeated way too many times for me, even if it only happens twice a year. Have you guessed? It’s the time change. The story comes from my fifth grade teacher, one of those “characters” who pass through your life occasionally and create unique, funny memories. Her favorite saying was “for crying out loud in a bucket” which was elicited by anything she didn’t happen to like very much, such as students misbehaving or ideas that didn’t make sense according to her standards. Another justification for the repeat telling of the story is the need to practice this particular writing craft…delivering a punchline. It’s not that easy, whether it’s in telling a joke, or writing one down. Mrs. A. told the story so well, with just the right tone of voice to convey her own outrage at the notion that we could really manipulate time.
There once was a very tall Indian who had a problem. It went on for a very long time, and it really aggravated him. His blanket was too short. Every night, when he went to sleep in his tepee, his feet would stick out of the end of it. Finally, he came up with a solution. He cut a foot off the top of the blanket and sewed it to the bottom!
I suppose if Mrs. A. were here today, she would find a way to tell the story without reference to any particular ethnic group. That part is just a sign of the times. She loved everybody. Her jokes were never meant to hurt or offend anyone. Often she would be the object of her jokes herself.
Good luck reclaiming your “lost” hour, everyone!