...and I was like WTF, mate?
Yesterday I put something in the toaster oven and a few minutes later I start smelling something kinda funny, like rubber or plastic cooking. Afraid that my goodwill toaster is beginning to combust from within, I open it and find my spare key (which is on a rubber band) is IN the toaster. What the hell.
All I can figure is that I keep the key on a hook in the kitchen, and we also hang pot-holders on that hook. So, the last person who took something out of the toaster must have grabbed the key by accident along with the pot-holder, then the key fell out into the toaster and they didn't notice. That's what detective Laurel thinks has happened. Otherwise, I'm going to have to assume that someone in my house is smoking crack.
Well, the story probably would've been funnier if I hadn't explained my hypothesis about it.
All I can figure is that I keep the key on a hook in the kitchen, and we also hang pot-holders on that hook. So, the last person who took something out of the toaster must have grabbed the key by accident along with the pot-holder, then the key fell out into the toaster and they didn't notice. That's what detective Laurel thinks has happened. Otherwise, I'm going to have to assume that someone in my house is smoking crack.
Well, the story probably would've been funnier if I hadn't explained my hypothesis about it.