For the past six years, Alan and I have had a recurring conversation that goes something like this:
Alan: Gah, this week is so long. It feels like it should be Thursday already.
Me: It isn’t?
Isn’t what?
Thursday.
No, it’s not Thursday. I said it feels like Thursday.
Oh.
What day do you think it is?
<awkward pause> Weedddnnnessssday? (I say it slow as I try to read his body language)
<blank stare>
Tuesday..? I guess again.