And so it begins....

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A lady approached me while I was waiting to be let in around 8:15 a.m. She was there to return something. Then, she tried to tell me it was 9 p.m. 

I was completely thrown off and responded, "Lady, it's 8:30 a.m., and I need coffee just to process this level of confusion!"

I honestly would have been fast asleep if it were actually 9 p.m.! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Maybe she was just really tired or had lost track of time, but it definitely caught me off guard. 

I’m used to the usual early morning mix-ups, but that one was a bit much. The whole thing made me laugh, though—nothing like starting the day with a little comedy. Hopefully, I can shake off that confusion and get my caffeine fix soon!

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