Johnny stood fidgeting anxiously at the front door, running his hand nervously through his hair. He had worked hard to get this date, and now here he stood, a basket of nerves waiting for his dream girl.

When no answer came from his first knock, he rapped on the door again. This time the door opened to reveal his date for the evening… wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head.

"I’m early?" he gulped. Checking his watch, the time read 7:00 sharp.

"Um, yes…" the perplexed girl answered. "Twenty-four hours early… our date’s tomorrow night…."