I spent the night at my gramma’s on Friday. See, I normally start work around 10 a.m., and my mother, grandmother, my grampa’s niece, and I had made plans to go shopping at the Mall of America yesterday, only they wanted to leave at 8. Yeah, riiiight - last time I saw 8 a.m. was because I stayed up all night :rolleyes: IOW, I am NOT a morning person 
So at 7:30 gramma woke me up, I took a shower, brushed my teeth - you know, all the morning stuff. Sat at the kitchen table to read the newspaper. 8:00 rolls around - no mom. 8:15. 8:30. Hm - mom’s rarely late, where can she be? 8:40 - give her a call, no answer. 8:50 - starting to get a little worried. 9:00 rolls around and she pulls in the driveway. Well, ok, so we’re starting a little late. Chat a little bit, climb in the car, stop at SA for some coffee and snacks, and away we go.
We’re just south of Monticello when I look at the clock on the dashboard and say, “It’s not 9 o’clock, is it?” Mom looks at her watch and says, “Sure it is.” Gramma looks at hers and says “No, it’s almost 10.” Mom looks in the rearview mirror at me, looks over at her mom, and starts laaaaaaaaaaaaaughing…
Turns out she had flipped the clocks - all of them - on FRIDAY night.
It’ll be a while before she lives that one down 