By sleeping right through his alarm

Joe slowly wakes up, hearing a distant buzzing noise. “Huh?” He asks groggily, sitting up in bed. He looks down at the ground to see his alarm buzzing, telling him to wake up. He looks at the time: 10:55.

“Shit!” He yells. “I’m supposed to be at work in five minutes!”

He throws on his work shirt and a pair of shorts, running out to his car. He doesn’t want to be late for work, or they’ll probably making him work a shitty bussing shift, or worse, hostessing.