Trusty Old Clock

In my family’s study, there is a clock. This clock has been, quite literally, hanging around four the past twenty years or more. It has been a sturdy, long-lasting old soul. That is, until about this last week. It gave up the ghost. The once trusty old clock has become a senile old clock. The weird part is that the pendulum keeps swinging, but the hands won’t move. The time has been stuck at 6:45 for the past week. I thought this was the end of old clock-y…until I noticed it just needed new batteries.

There are three types of people in the world: the poopers, the pointers, and the scoopers. Meaning, that there is the one who makes the mess, one who complains about it, and then the one who takes action solve the problem. All week, our family has been in “the pointers” category. Any time someone looked up to the clock to see what time it was, but then realized that it wasn’t working, they would complain. All week we acted this way. But on Saturday, we took action: we put double A batteries on the grocery shopping list.

Finally, we were able to put new batteries in, and the old clock had become trusty once again. But now the pendulum keeps hitting the side and making a “thunk” sound every second, literally. But I don’t want to fix it––I’m too lazy. I’ll just stick to being a pointer for now.