As the Fall approaches us in the States, we all prepare for DST. My neighbor, who is a bit on the "older" side struggles with deafness. Many times I've become so exasperated having to nearly yell at him, that I've just smiled and walked off while he keeps uttering, "Huh?". Seems he loses track of his little hearing implants.
Anyway, I get a message from the wife that the neighbor needed me to stop over to help him with preparations for DST. Im a bit confused, thinking, maybe he's got some clocks in the house in odd places. I stroll over, and find him with his pants loose, huddled around his ankles, and him all hunched over as though he's looking for a tick in his belly button. Polite me, clears my throat a few times. No avail. So I begin calling his name, ever louder as I walk up to tap him on the back.
He turns about and lo and behold, he's applying shoe polish to his gentleman's sausage. Okay, I'm pretty even keeled, but I gotta ask.
"Uh, what are you doing there?" I query without a tone of accusation, knowing full well he's finally gone off the reservation.
"I'm getting ready for Daylight Savings Time" he barks.
Frightened by the prospect of what on Earth did he intend with my help, I just stand for a moment speechless. Now, I'm pretty good at Crosswords and Puzzles and such games, so I think about the circumstances a minute or so, then Eureka! It dawns on me, he's lost his hearing aids (again).
So, while he's toiling away tugging and shining with a bottle of shoe juice, I say:
"You've lost your ears again, huh?"
"Why do you say that, and how did you know?"
"Because you're supposed to turn your clocks back.."
Oh the look of surprise still haunts me...
