Reminds me of story. Dad told me this story so I did not experience it.
So dad and me had breakfast every Saturday until one day we stopped. But anyway, he would pick me up at nine. One day while his wife was out of town he woke up a little late. He had fallen asleep in his chair which is pretty normal .This is the peak of Summer mind you. He springs to his feet and hurries to my house for the breakfast date and waits only to find out I was not ready because it was 9 P.M. :lol: