If I could go back in time and kill one guy, I'd kill the guy that invented clocks.
See, back in the olden days, before clocks, folks could only bug you to come and meet them three times a day.
Y'know, sunrise, noon, and sunset.
So you had a maximum of three meetings per day.
And they had to use up one of those meetings to come and bug you to see when you might be available for a real meeting, and then they might have to come and use up another meeting or two if there was a scheduling problem, so it was even better than it probably seems at first.
And you could always lie and shit and say "sorry Frank, I already got a sunrise appointment," and folks would believe you, 'cause it was really hard to fit shit in when you could only do three meetings a day, and they wanted to sleep in tomorrow just as much as you did, anyways.
So then you could sleep in, y'know, and skip that sunrise crap, man, those sunrise ones really suck heh.
Heck, those noon ones were kinda hot and too bright and uncomfortable and shit too, better to just meet everybody and do all yer appointments at sunset.
Then some unimaginable asshole invented hours and minutes and seconds and holy shit now we all work in cubicles and I gotta do three hundred goddam things a day and be somewhere at eleven thirty-eight and all the women think sex should last longer than two minutes and I don't even got time to pee.
Well, that weasel that invented clocks shoulda thought about how all these people from the future that he was selling into time-slavery might come looking for him someday before he went ahead and invented that shit.
He musta really thought we were all a bunch of wussbags.
Yah, as long I do the hit sometime between sunrise and noon or noon and sunset or sunset and sunrise, I know there won't be any witnesses.
As fer the rest of yas, you can all sleep in tomorrow and just thank me at sunset.