Ode to a Singing Toaster
by , 03-02-2009 at 07:07 PM (1619 Views)
There's nothing clever or metaphorical about my title here. I actually own a singing toaster, and today, it died.
It's pretty much the best toaster ever. Ready to find out the shocking truth about how I'm really five years old? My toaster has a picture of Cinderella on the side, toasts an imprint of a glass slipper into the bread, and sings a waltz when the toast pops up. And I'm not afraid to admit it! This toaster is one of the highlights of my house. It's a part of the tour when friends come over for the first time. I wake up to the sound of the waltz every morning. Well, I kind of hate it in the morning because my roommate requires its use four times in a row to toast a single piece of bread to perfection (who doesn't know how to use a toaster?!) and I'm a grumpy goose before 11am, so let's strike that bit from the record shall we?
Anyways, lately I've been noticing that people have been getting rough with the toaster, you know, shaking it and jamming utensils down it and otherwise mangling it. Needless to say, I wasn't thrilled. But today I come home and a piece inside the toaster is completely broken off. My toaster is dead.
Now, I suppose the big question here is why on earth am I still talking about the toaster? Good question. It's really the principle of the matter- it didn't die of it's own accord but was killed by the careless toasting of my roommates. Why is it necessary to be so rough with a poor, defenseless, music-making appliance? I'm really not happy about it. And it was a Christmas gift...
Am I unreasonable? It it wrong of me to be upset when others are careless with my things? Is it hard to use a toaster? I hadn't thought so...
R.I.P. Cinderella Toaster. You sang your little heart out!



