I feel so dirty! Everyday they use me and then push me aside. Then, like it is so important, out comes the coffee maker, all clean and shiny.
What's wrong with me? I can do so much more!
I can toast, defrost, warm and never complain. I have even found a way to be touched. If they just let me pop out the toast, I pop it far. Or they can hold me and ease out the toast.
I do like a good cleaning though: turn me over and take out my crumb pan! Oh yeah! Dust me out and wipe me down. Polish me and make shine.
You already know I am a toaster, but do you know how old I am? I am over ten years old and coffee is less than a year. I am mature.
My outlet has to share time with coffee and blender and even battery charger. Boo, I say, boo!
Well, it could be worse... They sold toaster oven! Whoopee!
I do need a bath though...
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