Resetting TimeA Story by Stan LeeWhat's time?
“This watch never loses a minute.” That’s what my grandpa used to boast about his antique gold watch. Strangely enough though, after he bequeathed it to me in his will, it was forever losing time. It only lost a few minutes at first, but then it kept losing more time more often. Eventually I stopped using it and left it to retire peacefully in my sock drawer.
I work part time as a mechanic at a garage in the western suburbs. A car rolls up. An old man slowly lifts himself out of the drivers seat and shuffles across to the counter. Suddenly I find myself staring at his wrist.
“’Scuse me sir," I say. "I can't help
noticing that you wear the same type of watch that my grandpa use to
wear." “That so sonny? He must’ve had sense then. This watch has never lost a minute.” “That’s exactly what my grandfather used to say." His eyes crinkle into twin rainbows at that. “I used to ask my Grandpa where lost time went.” “Time isn't lost, it's just temporarily misplaced.”
says the man. “Speaking of time," he
points back at his ancient Cadillac, "My baby here never loses a minute either. She just needs a bit of general
check-up today.” I smile to myself. It's our company policy to reset
the clocks on any cars that we service so that they were telling the right
time. So far every car I have serviced has been losing time. “It’ll be ready to collect by 2pm,” I tell the man. As I set about working on the car my mind wanders
and I find myself thinking about temporarily misplaced time. Einstein thought
that time was relative which basically means that the passage of time is all in
the mind. If we notice it, it will go more slowly than if we are occupied with
something else. I have always thought it was a joke. How could time be
relative? Just because I am noticing the time going by slowly doesn’t mean it’s
not also passing quickly for someone else. And by any notion of logic, time
cant’ go both quickly and slowly at the same time… can it? My mother always
says time is flying by. She says it goes faster as you get older. That would
have to be true; being sent to my room for ten minutes felt like a lifetime
when I was a child and now (I check the time by the laptop on the work bench) a
whole hour has passed while I have been working on this car and I hardly
noticed! The world is getting busier, my father says. I wonder if time passes
more slowly for my parents since I moved out here to study in the city. Maybe
they're too busy to notice. A thought occurs to me; what if there are so many
people in the world who are not noticing the time; that it actually speeds time
up? Nah, that’s ridiculous… time doesn’t change, does it? Computers tell us the
correct time ('But who checks that computers are correct?' I wonder.) What a
ridiculous thought!" computers are always correct. Grinning, I shake my head
and get back to work. Finally I’m almost finished on the car; I just have
to reset the time. Opening the driver’s door I slide across the front seat. The
clock on the dash says 1.35pm. I check my Garmin; 1.45pm. Just as I had
expected. Sitting on the hot leather seats I watch as the hands on the dash
move slowly; 1.36: 1.37: 1.38. My boss walks past. I need to hurry up and reset
the clock. I'm running out of time…. Or am I? Without touching the dash, I get out of the car and walk away.
© 2016 Stan LeeAuthor's Note
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