The Toaster
I was driving to school one morning on a non-school day in January. It was about 10am, sunny, about 45 degrees, and as usual I had to stop at a light to turn left onto Ladue Rd. In the middle of the median next to my car, I noticed a strange box. It was so close to my car, so I hopped out and took a look. It was a nice toaster box, and it was heavy.
So, I threw it in my back seat.
The light was turning as I lept back in the front seat, and took off to the left. I was imagining myself bravely rescuing this brand new toaster from that deathly median, and setting it sweetly beside my old happy toaster. (They are pack appliances, right?) Also, having seen too many movies, I was afraid that it would perhaps explode sometime in the next 3 minutes before I reached the school. Or maybe it was just filled with something horrible and heavy....but I didn't dwell on that too much.
As soon as I parked, I jumped out and plopped the toaster box outside on the ground. I looked up, but no one was around. That made me scared for some reason. (Movies again, I guess.) It was still sunny, though. I pulled the properly closed lid and peeped in.
There was a still dirty toaster with crumbs all around on the top, but as I lifted it out of the box, I realized that the chord had been severed 3 inches above the plug and both pieces were still left in the box! It was horrible. Some one put an amputated toaster back in the box and left it in middle the road just for some one to find. I shoved the maimed thing back in the box and ran over to the trash can--a quick glance revealed still no one around. I shoved it in the square top, where it barely fit, and ran away.
So, I threw it in my back seat.
The light was turning as I lept back in the front seat, and took off to the left. I was imagining myself bravely rescuing this brand new toaster from that deathly median, and setting it sweetly beside my old happy toaster. (They are pack appliances, right?) Also, having seen too many movies, I was afraid that it would perhaps explode sometime in the next 3 minutes before I reached the school. Or maybe it was just filled with something horrible and heavy....but I didn't dwell on that too much.
As soon as I parked, I jumped out and plopped the toaster box outside on the ground. I looked up, but no one was around. That made me scared for some reason. (Movies again, I guess.) It was still sunny, though. I pulled the properly closed lid and peeped in.
There was a still dirty toaster with crumbs all around on the top, but as I lifted it out of the box, I realized that the chord had been severed 3 inches above the plug and both pieces were still left in the box! It was horrible. Some one put an amputated toaster back in the box and left it in middle the road just for some one to find. I shoved the maimed thing back in the box and ran over to the trash can--a quick glance revealed still no one around. I shoved it in the square top, where it barely fit, and ran away.
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posted by Eden B. at
9:35 PM
2 Comments:
Poor little toaster, not only was it abandoned by it's original owner, just when it thought it had found a new home it was tossed into the trash. Never to be seen again. Well at least nobody saw you end its little life.:) You know you could have probably fixed it with about $3 and five minutes of your time. Sometime I'll show you how.
Pretty risky to put a strange box off the street in your car. If your ever riding with me and you see something like this on the side of the road, just leave it be.
The only time I pick stuff up from the road is when Dave is in the car with me, or I know I'll see him in the next day or so. He'll know what to do.
This image - especially on a cold January day - is one that could involve no one else but you, Eden.
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