I had always prided myself on being an "on time" person. One morning I overslept and rushed around getting ready for Sunday school. As I ran out the door, my husband tried to say something.
"What?" I called back. "Don't slow me down, I'm late!"
"No you're not," he responded. "It's Saturday."
In the far distant future, in the year 4527, a number of scientists from all over the universe were having a convention on a far distant galaxy. Two beings were seated next to one another when they struck up a conversation.
"Where are you from?" the one asked.
"I'm from Alpha Century," he answered. "Where are you from?"
"I'm from Earth," was the answer.
"I know someone from earth," the Alpha Centurion said. "His name is John Smith. Do you know him?"