The story begins in a very ordinary way. Jenny, in love, gets dressed up in front of the mirror. Today is her day; she has a feeling. She’s about to head into the city center, where Florian Schroeder is giving an autograph session. Who does not know Florian? He looks stunning, has charisma, and was the absolute star of a TV casting show. Jenny has been hearing Florian’s current album for days. Jenny is head over heels in love with this guy. Soon she will look Florian in the eye and admit her feelings. They will become a couple. Never single again, she says to herself. Yes, today is her day.

The enamored Jenny leaves the apartment. Tim, a neighbor, meets her in the stairwell. He has tried countless times to ask her out for dinner, but Jenny does not think he’s pretty enough, even though he’s quite nice.

  »Hello, where are you going?« Tim asks her.

  »To the music store for an autograph session with Florian Schroeder«, replies the enamored Jenny.

  »That’s right, it’s the spring festival with Sunday shopping today. But the event will soon be over«, says Tim, and he makes her another offer. »Maybe you’d have time to go out for a tasty pizza with me afterward? Do you fancy it? Just ring my doorbell at eight.«

  »Don’t bother Tim«, she shrugs, »you’d better find someone else to do it.«

The sky is overcast, and dark clouds are threatening precipitation as the enamored Jenny gets into her bright red car. She drives towards the city and parks her vehicle in a public parking lot. On the way to the music store, it starts to rain heavily. Bravo, she forgot her umbrella. Soaking wet, she enters the music store. But there wasn’t much going on here, which is strange.

  »Where is the autograph session?« Jenny wants to know from the sales clerk.

  »It ended ten minutes ago. I’m afraid you’re too late.«

  Jenny is perplexed. »Why too late? It’s only 5 p.m.«, she says.

  »No«, the sales clerk corrects, »it’s after six, and we close at half past six. Hello, it’s summertime again today.«

  »Ho yes, summertime, crap«, sighs Jenny. That’s what happens when you don’t get out of bed all day, don’t listen to the radio, and instead let Florian’s CDs play non-stop. You forgot to change the clock. Central European summertime begins on the last Sunday in March at 2:00 a.m. CET, when the clocks are moved forward by one hour from 2:00 a.m. to 3:00 a.m.

Things always turn out differently than you think. Disappointed, Jenny makes her way back to her vehicle. But what was that? When she goes to unlock her car, she discovers a nasty dent on the rear fender. Some idiot must have driven into the side of her car and made off. The devil, who caused the accident, did not leave a note with his address. She does not want to end up having to pay for the damage herself. Tomorrow, she will go to the police and report it. She is furious to no end. No, today is anything but her day. First the downpour, then the missed autograph session, and, to top it all off, this cowardly hit-and-run.

Once home, the disappointed Jenny immediately takes off her wet clothes, jumps into the shower, and goes to bed. But she is not able to fall asleep, her thoughts cannot rest. She looks at the clock; it’s a quarter past seven. No, wrong; she turns the clock forward an hour; it’s now a quarter past eight. This day cannot end like this. She thinks to herself and gets an idea. Didn’t Tim suggest a date at eight? She quickly jumps out of bed, gets dressed in smart clothes, and knocks on her neighbor’s door.

  Tim opens the door and is surprised. »Oh, hi, what’s up?«

  »Well«, Jenny begins, »weren’t you going to invite me for dinner?«

  »Sorry, Jennifer, not anymore. I took your advice and found someone else. I have to hurry so I’m not late. Maybe another time.«

»Why is this happening to me of all people?« moans the sorely disappointed Jenny as she sits alone in her apartment again. »Everything’s going wrong today!« Half an hour later, she wants to go back to bed in frustration when the bell suddenly rings. She goes to the apartment door and opens it.

  An extremely attractive young man rushes up the stairs and says to her, »It’s about the red Volkswagen, that bright red one. A resident was sure it was yours. I had a bit of a crash in the city earlier. I was confused and just drove on. Sorry. I was just on my way to the police and wanted to report it, but I just happened to see the car parked there. Is that yours?«

  »The bright red VW Golf? Yes, that’s mine«, replies the surprised Jenny, and she invites this absolute dream boy into her apartment.

  And if they haven’t died, they still love each other today.