Snooze-button bingo
I have a really bad habit of slapping the snooze button on my mobile phone which I use as an alarm clock. Worse still, rather than just delaying my eventual getting up by increments of six minutes by pressing the button above the red phone key, it's really easy to accidentally (or maybe semi-consciously) press the button above the green phone key, which turns off the alarm all together.
This morning, however, my dad saved me from over-sleeping by asking me a bunch of questions. His first question was easy enough to answer without having to even open my eyes: “No, even though my alarm went off, I don’t have to get up yet,” I mumbled.
I heard my dad ask something else to which I instictively replied: “I have to be at work by 10:00.”
Usually that would have satisfied him, but this time he pressed on. The third question was too hard to answer straight off, without having to wake up. “Huh? What bus I'm taking? Uuh...” I stuttered.
Suddenly I was jerked into a more conscious state. “Why the hell are you asking me all these questions?” I yelled at him.
“I'm mind-fucking you so you'll wake up,” he answered.
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