I’m more deficient than we thought. Well, my blood is.
When I got home from my three weeks in California, I wanted a piece of toast, some peanutbutter, and a glass of milk before I went to bed. I was thwarted every time I pushed the lever down to toast the bread. Every time. Now, my toaster isn’t the world’s most efficient piece of machinery. [...]
The whole thing took almost 3 hours. By the time I walked out the door, none of us were terribly happy.
A friend asked these questions. Now you all get to see the answers. Lucky you.