Alarm goes off…
Judy turns off the alarm, yawns, turns to me and says:
Judy: “This week has really dragged on. Is this Thursday or Friday?”
Me: “It’s your Friday.”
J: “Are you sure? Because you don’t often know which day of the week it is.”
M: “Yes, I’m sure. Today is Saturday number five. I know this because I had to get new tires yesterday, and yesterday was Saturday number four. Saturday number four equates to Thursday. It naturally follows that today is Saturday number five for me, which equates to Friday for people like you.”
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