And not the least because it’s about my own uncle.
My uncle, my dad tells me, recently clocked in one minute early at his job. Spontaneously, like a bat from the ceiling, his supervisor swooped down the stairs to confront him. “Tony,” he chided managerially, “be sure to clock out today at 2:29, not 2:30, okay?” My uncle looked at him, and then broke out in to laughter. Still laughing, he grabbed a pen from his pocket and meticulously wrote “2:29” on the palm of his hand. “Okay, yes, 2:29, sure thing.” Happily, the supervisor was able to laugh about it too.