Monday, May 07, 2012

Long, Long Ago . . .

A random FaceBook post reminded me of something from a long time ago.

My son worked odd shifts at a grocery store.  He would also go out late with his buds.  When he got home, he was invariably hungry, and would pop some food into the microwave.

Two or three times in a row I found myself out of bed and in the shower at like 2:00 in the morning because I thought the alarm had gone off.  Instead, it was the microwave ding (which was the exact same tone as my alarm clock.)

I got a different microwave.  Packed up the other one for when he moved out.  I mean, SERIOUSLY!  Yeah, I could have gotten a different alarm, but I was seriously pissed at that microwave.

1 comment:

Tammy S said...

LOL!