I picked Friday morning to "sleep in." Like, to 7:15, or something. Whatever. It is later than the 6:00 or 6:30 I normally get up. I announced on Tuesday that Friday would be my sleep in day. I told Kenny. I told Jill she was on her own until after 7:30, the designated weekend wake-up time. It was planned it advance. Kenny would tell me goodbye, but nothing more, so that I could slip back into sleep.
"Hey. I am leaving. Oh and I broke your alarm clock." He stands to leave.
I bolt up.
"You. Mean. My. LUCKY. Alarm. Clock?!" My look could kill. Accident my ass. That man better start running.
He looks at me like I am crazy. "I'll get you a new one. That thing is like thirty years old, anyway."
Precisely. And LUCKY, Asshat. And broken. Permanently stuck on 18 o'clock. Whatever, the hell time that is. I continue glaring at him. He knows it is wise to leave.
I cry for a bit after he leaves, still refusing to unplug it. Poor, sad alarm clock. When the housekeeper and her daughter arrive, I am still pouting.
"Hola, Tricia. Como estas?" I don't answer. I just continue stomping about the house. "What's wrong?"
I show her my alarm clock. "No! You have had it forever. And before, it was your parents! I remember it from their house. It is older than you. It must be at least 35 years old!"
Even. The. Housekeeper. Gets. It. Okay, okay. Probably not fair. She has known me since I was nine. But still. My lucky alarm. And you make light of it?! Just buy me a new one, like you can replace my LUCKY alarm clock?
Oh Kenny, it will cost you. Oh yes. Remember that ring I said I liked? I just added a carat. Perhaps then, I will forgive you for killing my alarm clock.