Set to stun...
I thought our toaster was broken because for the past few days it hasn't given me toast until it was black, crunchy, and dead. Not wanting to give up on my $6 toaster, I stubbornly hovered over the slots until I thought the toast was reasonably toasted, and I forced the lever up.
On a whim, I decided to slide the temperature dial* to the other side of the spectrum (*which, by the way, is completely ineffectual in that it is impossible to tell which way it is actually pointing!) Out popped a perfectly toasted toast. What!?
Oh, the toaster was fine. It's a champ, really.
My dear husband has turned the temperature dial to STUN/KILL and left it that way. Oh, the joys of married life.
On a whim, I decided to slide the temperature dial* to the other side of the spectrum (*which, by the way, is completely ineffectual in that it is impossible to tell which way it is actually pointing!) Out popped a perfectly toasted toast. What!?
Oh, the toaster was fine. It's a champ, really.
My dear husband has turned the temperature dial to STUN/KILL and left it that way. Oh, the joys of married life.