By Dan Bergstein
It was the second Sunday of March, and so Max was standing in line at the bank eager to withdraw his Daylight Savings. He had saved so much daylight this year, more than he had ever saved before. For the past six months, Max had deposited every ray, gleam, glow and beam of extra daylight, even if it meant waking up at dark and going to bed at 4 o’clock in the afternoon.
Max knew that if you saved enough daylight during those cold winter months, you could withdraw it on the second Sunday of March and spend the daylight any way you’d like.
Some would use their saved daylight a little at a time, spending a few rays of sunshine during the relaxed summer nights. But Max had bigger plans. He would use his saved daylight to explore Tunkman’s Cave! And if there was enough daylight left over, he would have an all-night picnic with his friends.
Tunkman’s Cave was hidden high on the mountain. The only opening to the cave was a small crack no larger than a math teacher. Max would need to squeeze and scrunch to get into the cave, and he knew there was no light in the cave. None. It was all dark. Darker than night. Darker than closets. Darker than blindfolds!
Max had first ventured into the cave last year, and he thought a simple flashlight would offer enough illumination for a proper exploring adventure. But the cave was too dark and too scary and he heard something growl and slither so he quickly ran out of the cave and promised himself he would use all of his daylight savings in the Spring to make a good and thorough exploration of the cave.
As you know, Tunkman’s Cave is rumored to be the spot where the Pirate Daughters hid their silver. It’s also the home of Thrash the giant bear and Nails the snake so large it can swallow a math teacher! Thash and Nails have prevented anyone from stealing the silver.
But now Max had saved up enough daylight to see everything in the cave and he wouldn’t be scared at all!
All of this is what Max thought as he waited in line at the bank. In front of him, Mrs. Pearl was telling her little son that he should save his daylight instead of using it all at once on a game of midnight baseball. And in front of her was Camp Counsel T.J. Owens, who always used his saved daylight to help kids at camp find their lost shoes.
On every wall in the bank were signs advertising the new “Daylight Delight Savings Account” that offered three extra minutes of daylight for every hour deposited — but you could only withdraw the daylight after two years. Max was already enrolled in “Daylight Plus,” a premium savings account for customers looking to invest more than eight weeks of daylight, and he wasn’t thinking of switching accounts.
As Max waited, he overheard a sad man desperately trying to get approved for a Daylight Loan from the bank manager. “It’s tough out there,” said the sad man. “I tried to save daylight. I really did. But my dog, he spilled some daylight and it wasn’t my fault, sir. So please, can I just get a few extra hours for the summer? I promise to not let my dog near the daylight. You have my word!”
And the bank manager approved the man’s daylight loan and the man was no longer sad.
It was finally Max’s turn and the bank teller waved him over. “How can I help you today?” she asked with a bright smile.
“I’d like to withdraw my sunshine,” Max said and he typed his account number into the screen on the counter.
“Would you like to withdraw all of your sunshine, sir? There is quite a bit in your account.”
“Yes,” Max said. “I need it all. I’m going to explore Tunkman’s Cave.”
“That sounds very exciting,” said the teller as she punched numbers into her control panel. “And how would you like your daylight?”
“I’ll take it in 9 slivers, 20 rays, 100 beams, and the rest as glimmers.”
“Very good, sir.” And the teller punched more keys on her control panel and a few seconds later four glass jars popped out of a hatch in the teller’s desk. “Here are your 9 slivers, 20 rays, 100 beams and 1,300 glimmers.”
Max took each jar and weighed it in his hand. He knew better than to open a jar inside the bank and let all of his precious savings spill out.
He signed a slip of paper the teller gave him, and he walked out with his jars of Daylight Savings, reading to explore Tunkman’s Cave and have an all-night picnic.
What will you do with your Daylight Savings?