The kitchen wall clock in the family house I grew up in was always 7 minutes fast. That was how long it took my folks to walk to the Mom/Pop store they worked at/managed/opened up in the a.m., and later owned. Weird.
The kitchen wall clock in the family house I grew up in was always 7 minutes fast. That was how long it took my folks to walk to the Mom/Pop store they worked at/managed/opened up in the a.m., and later owned. Weird.