I wanted this radio. It projects a digital display of the current time onto the ceiling.
The cheapo bedroom clock Santa substituted beams up estimations, like "It's two freckles past a hair." And "There's still plenty of time to visit our snack bar."
His inferior tick-tock projector does have an override option. I had to debit card swipe $8.50 for the correct read-out, though, and struggle to remain awake through 20 minutes of pre-time check commercials, plus an etiquette admonishment to "turn off your cellphone and snoring."
Thanks to my clock, not only was I late to work, but also the trailer for the Harrison Ford movie spoiled the entire picture.
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