Redundant

I don’t trust my alarm clock. Well, the alarm clock is rock solid—I’ve had it for years. It’s my operation of the alarm clock that I question.

This morning, my alarm clock didn’t go off. My flight leaves in less than two hours. Fortunately, I also set the alarm on my cell phone, just to be safe. This time, it saved me.

Amyway, I’m up and packed. Now I just need to shower, call for my cab, and get my ass out the door.