the great toaster boundary meltdown
i lost my mind over toaster crumbs and ended up with a kitchen disaster.
screaming at my toaster about setting boundaries
so, i started yelling at my bread buddy. the toaster. yeah, just decided it was time i told snack time where to shove. pretty sure toasters don’t respect personal space, i swear. one day i just felt the heat rising—literally and metaphorically—and the next thing you know i’m screaming about boundary issues.
it was an epic meltdown. the toast was leaning a little to one side, i could feel its crispy little laugh at me. then BOOM—crisping disaster. crumbs everywhere, smoke filling the apartment like some apocalyptic breakfast duststorm. i had oven-roasted my own dignity over a toaster’s perceived space invasion.
okay, real talk: lesson learned. maybe just push the button with a timer and keep my scream therapy in check. whaddaya reckon?