"The clock is right," I said.
"Did you do that?" he asks me.
What? What the heck does that mean? I finally figured out that he thought I meant that the clock was actually right. This clock is half an hour or so ahead and has been for ages. What I meant by right was not what his brain meant by right. I grumped off into the bathroom to call work to tell them I'll be late and take a speed shower. Waking up when I was supposed to be leaving is going to throw off my whole day. At least I didn't use it as an excuse to call in sick.