I wake up to my alarm clock buzzing and almost immediately my hand slams down on the snooze button. I fall back asleep and soon later wake up to my dog, Jibblets, licking my face repeatedly. My eyes start to open while also wiping off the thick coat of slobber on my face not knowing if it's either Jibblets' or mine. I slowly get out of bed, sliding my glasses on to my face. I glance at the clock and my eyes immediately widen, IT'S 8:37!!! I'M GOING TO BE LATE! I rush into the closet and start grabbing my work clothes. Once I have them in my hands, I start to put them on while simultaneously running down the hallway. I finally have my shirt on while grabbing a protein bar and running out the house to get in my car. I suddenly realized I had walked out of the house with no pants. wow! Aren't I just literal perfection:) I slide on my shorts hoping that nobody is watching me. Whatever they would be totally jealous of my Spider-Man underwear anyways. I get into my car, a dinky, old Honda Civic, and look at the time 8:52. No no no!! This is the second time this week I'm going to be late. I put the keys in and back out of the driveway. Once I get on the road I plug my phone in and immediately Sam Hunt starts playing. AHHH how I am a sucker for some country. I start to belt out the lyrics to "Leave the Night On" and a couple other songs. Before I know it I pull into the parking lot in front of the surfboard shack where I work. 9:08 damn my boss is going to kill me.
