When I was young there was one family at the church I went to who would forget to set their clocks and would be late/early for church. *Every *year.
I have never had a problem, but I think mainly because there is no where I have to be on a Sunday.
I used to work an odd weekend schedule with two 12-hour day shifts on Friday and Saturday and two 12-hour night shifts on Sunday and Monday. Little wonder that I screwed up DST twice while on that particular schedule, although always on the safe side of showing up early on Sunday in the fall.
Back when I worked at a small independent movie theatre, I came in and cleaned the theatres. After that I would run the booth. The employee who would run the concession stand came in and got that ready. We opened and a few people showed up for the first show. (Batman I believe it was) About 45 mins later some more people showed up to see Batman and I told them they were late. They pointed out that we should have set the clocks back.
Much head smacking ensued.
Had to stop the movie and rewind it. A major deal. But at least the other early people had a sense of humor about it.
In spring quarter one year, everyone showed up to class, but the professor wasn’t showing. Since everyone was there, the TAs decided to take it upon themselves and go over homework problems and such. It was a 1 hour and 45 minute class so we had a lot of time to kill. Then one hour in, the professor finally shows up and has no idea he was one hour late. The funny thing was, this was on Tuesday, and the DST switch was the previous Sunday, so he apparently went through all of Monday one hour off.
It’s odd considering my location, but yes. I once missed a phone interview entirely for an internship at JPL because I had neglected to mention that, at the time, Arizona and California were in the same time zone. :smack:
Once when I was 11 or so I went on a group trip to Carowinds, a theme park about two hours away. My parents were supposed to pick me up from there and we were going to drive up to see family in Maryland. I missed the fall back, I guess, and didn’t meet them on time, didn’t hear the announcements, had to be tracked down by a very angry mother in the park. Wonder if she had to buy a ticket?
My foonting turlingdromes–Is that this weekend? I think it is!
(Checks wristwatch: 12:36. Checks computer clock: 11:36)
Apparently it made the SDMB late… 
Due to not setting my clock, I once got to take a one-hour nap in my car while waiting for the restaraunt I worked for to open. I felt silly but quite happy to get more sleep.
I showed up one hour early for a tennis match. I was really warmed up by the time my opponent arrived!
But I’m so late, all the time, that usually I wouldn’t be an hour early. I would be, maybe, 35 minutes early. With that in mind, sometimes I wonder why I even bother changing my clocks.
Oh yes.
Today.
I was at an art show yesterday and completely forgot about setting the clocks back. I was supposed to be at work (new job) at 8. I got there at 7.
:smack:
They told me I took “not being late” to extremes.
Yes, though not the way you mean it.
My wife and I were on a cross-Canada driving trip, and in Saskatchewan, we were told that they don’t do Daylight Savings Time - and neither does Manitoba. That last bit was wrong, and as a result, we missed a covered-wagon tour of the grasslands that we had planned to take on our Manitoba morning.
Something similar happened to me - after living in Korea for years, I’d completely forgotten about DST. Until I took a trip of England one spring, and after waiting half an hour for a bus that only ran once a day, and pondering why the village clock was not the same as my wrist watch, I finally realized what had happened. I had to take three different buses to get where I was trying to go that day. Ugh.
For 31 years, I lived in a state that just didn’t do DST, and I just can’t seem to get used to it. It’s hell when you have babies that are used to going to bed at a certain time. I hate it, and I’m never on time for about two months of the year, because I can’t figure out what time I’m supposed to be there.
Once, in college, I got to church an hour early. Church was held in the music building, so I found a practice room and played the piano for 45 minutes or so.
I missed my one & only chance for an intact videotaping of Taylor Caldwell’s Captains & the Kings when Turner re-ran it a few years ago.
I did that a couple of years ago. I got there at 12:30 not 11:30 and realized from outside what I had done. I just left again, too embarrassed to show my face. Did it once for Easter in college too.
A friend of mine attended the early service rather than the late service (8:45 vs. 10:30) at church yesterday. It isn’t that she failed to reset her clocks–it’s that she moved them in the wrong direction. She figured it out before she left her house–but was not convinced that she’d rather attend the early service in the future.
I spent three days walking in the Peak District on the wrong time. I only found out when me and my friends got chucked out of a pub an hour earlier than we expected to.
Not me, but apparently at Cleveland Browns Stadium yesterday (you know, that other game on at 4 PM) they had their lights set to go on using an automatic time that wasn’t aware of DST and they had to manually turn the lights on when it got dark, which caused a bit of a delay (or playing in the dark, I dunno) while they waited for the lights to warm up for 10 mins.