The microwave clock is my bad clock. It yells at me "Hurry up! You are running late! The Boy is going to miss the bus!" I panic when I see this clock.
Moments later, I turn to the oven. The oven clock is the good clock. "You have plenty of time. No worries. Don't rush."
I need both of these to get my son on the bus in the morning. Without the fast clock, I wouldn't move. Without the accurate clock, I would rush him out the door without a lunch.
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