Lost in Time
"What's the date today?" I'll ask, trying to fill out some form or sign some guestbook.
"I don't know," Sean will reply.
"Well, what day is it?"
We'll spend a ridiculous amount of time figuring out that three days ago -- or the last time we went through this silly exercise -- we concluded it was Thurs, but weren't 100% sure. "If that's the case," I'll say, counting days on my fingers, "Thurs, Friday, Saturday, SUNDAY! It's likely Sunday."
When we go through this exercise in a campground, we often try to shortcut the process by asking others.
"Excuse me ma'am, do you know what day it is today?"
"Ooh, I can't remember," she'll reply after some serious concentration. The she'll look over her shoulder, and in the direction of their RV she'll shout "HEY LOU, WHAT DAY IS IT TODAY?"
Apparently keeping track of time on the road is hard for everyone.
