THIS is the alarm clock which brother Slash-M hated when we were young.
It doesn't work anymore and I have absolutely NO IDEA why it I kept it all these years. Actually, I do know the answer to that. It's because I am a pack rat! Shame on me. Anyway, I took one last picture of this alarm clock then tossed it into the garbage can. Aren't you proud of me?
So why does Slash-M hate this clock?
Well, it is because this clock had its alarm set for 5:30 every day. (The knob for setting the alarm was already broken so I couldn't reset it to read 5:30 for the photo shoot.) And every school night, I would turn the alarm on, put it beside my bed, and go to sleep. Naturally, every morning at 5:30 a.m., this alarm clock would ring.
Teet-tee-teet-tee-teet! Teet-tee-teet-tee-teet!
And more often than not, this alarm clock would wake up Slash-M, who WAS (note the past tense) asleep in the next room, because I would still be in Slumber Land in spite the incessant ringing of the alarm clock right next to my ear.
He would open the door of my room, give me a rough shake, then say, "For heaven sakes, Sister, are you deaf? Wake up and turn that d__n alarm off!"
(No, he didn't really say that. He would wake me up and humph back to his room.)
He must have, at one point or another, THOUGHT about say such things considering the number of times the alarm woke him up. He would have been justified in doing so. But he never did. He is really a sweet kid brother. (Yes, I am trying to redeem myself after all these years.)
Come to think of it, I should have tossed this clock ages ago because it didn't work. It couldn't wake me up!
It doesn't work anymore and I have absolutely NO IDEA why it I kept it all these years. Actually, I do know the answer to that. It's because I am a pack rat! Shame on me. Anyway, I took one last picture of this alarm clock then tossed it into the garbage can. Aren't you proud of me?
So why does Slash-M hate this clock?
Well, it is because this clock had its alarm set for 5:30 every day. (The knob for setting the alarm was already broken so I couldn't reset it to read 5:30 for the photo shoot.) And every school night, I would turn the alarm on, put it beside my bed, and go to sleep. Naturally, every morning at 5:30 a.m., this alarm clock would ring.
Teet-tee-teet-tee-teet! Teet-tee-teet-tee-teet!
And more often than not, this alarm clock would wake up Slash-M, who WAS (note the past tense) asleep in the next room, because I would still be in Slumber Land in spite the incessant ringing of the alarm clock right next to my ear.
He would open the door of my room, give me a rough shake, then say, "For heaven sakes, Sister, are you deaf? Wake up and turn that d__n alarm off!"
(No, he didn't really say that. He would wake me up and humph back to his room.)
He must have, at one point or another, THOUGHT about say such things considering the number of times the alarm woke him up. He would have been justified in doing so. But he never did. He is really a sweet kid brother. (Yes, I am trying to redeem myself after all these years.)
Come to think of it, I should have tossed this clock ages ago because it didn't work. It couldn't wake me up!
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