The oddest bit of DST 'time-foolery' I have been a part of was a Halloween (technically, early morning, Nov. 1st) in the early '90s.
I was living in a medium-sized city on the east coast that had ordinances requiring bars to have their 'last call' at 1:15 A.M., drinks off of the tables by 1:45 A.M. and then everyone out of the buildings by 2:00 A.M. It was obviously a Saturday night, and the trend was for the bars to stay packed until the very last minute. Bouncers had to practically drag the patrons out at closing time.
There had been rumors (mysteriously unconfirmed by staff) circulating around clubs all evening that the bars, because of the time change, were just going to stay open an hour later than usual. At 2:00, it would become 1:00, and therefore the bar was still operating lawfully. However, much to everyone's dismay, at 1:15 A.M. the customary last call was given, and the drinks were dutifully removed from the tables at quarter to 2. Everyone was removed from the building, but a large crowd of hopeful and stubborn 'Halloweeners' hung around outside the doors to see what happened at 2.
As predicted by the hopeful, at 2:00 AM, the doors reopened (as it was now 1:00 AM), and the bartenders endured a frantic 15-20 minute scramble for booze. The flow was then again stopped, and all of the glasses gathered, and the herd shuffled towards the door.
Those stubborn few that had stayed outside in the cold got an extra hour of partying that night. I was one of them. It's also probably obvious that I'm one of 'those people' that sits through the credits of a movie, just to make sure I don't miss anything.
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