Clock

A while back, my wife and I realized there was a certain area in our house that necessitated a clock. As a quick fix until we could find a much nicer one (which has yet to happen), my wife picked up a super cheapo, off-brand (Peakeep?!) alarm clock at Walgreens. Now every time the power goes out (of course) we have to reset the time on it, but unfortunately we have since lost the instructions for it. Each time, my wife and I fight over who gets the pleasure of struggling with feelings of sheer inadequacy in our efforts to reset it based on, in my opinion, an extremely unintuitive button labeling system. Today was my turn. I mean, I feel like I'm a moderately intelligent person, but I can't get the thing to stop saying it's P09 o'clock. As I was frustratingly toggling through it going from blaring a static filled AM talk station to an FM station back to an AM station playing Mariachi music to the alarm going off and not being able to figure out how to turn it off for what felt like several mind-numbing minutes, my son eventually walked into the room and excitedly ran over and asked me if I was playing a video game. Yes, son, like the worst video game ever. I'd love to say that at this point he took it from me and effortlessly set the time in a matter of seconds, but he just left me there to pitifully struggle with it for another 20 minutes.