Missing Number

While away on business, a colleague and I decided to catch a movie. As we approached the theater, we read the marquee. It bore the name of the feature film followed by the numbers ’7,’ ’5,’ and ’9.’ Assuming these were the show times, we were somewhat perplexed by their order.

I went inside to ask about it. "Our next show is at eight o’clock," the woman in the box office announced.

"Eight o’clock?" I said, surprised. "But the marquee says seven, five and nine."

"Right," she agreed. "That’s 7:59. We lost our number eight."