Abroad in Wales

Stopping Kitchen Fires - One Toaster at a Time

So, I was pulling an all-nighter to get some work done.  At about 2:30 I get up to stretch and make some tea and toast.  I put my bread in the kitchen toaster and start the kettle.  Now, it's a communal toaster, so I really should have taken a peak inside to make sure it was clean.  But who seriously does that?  

I'm leaning against the radiator, letting the heat untie the knots in my lower back when I smell the smoke.  I look up to see a six inch flame coming out of the toaster!  

So I do what any wise young woman of world does in this situation.  I try to blow the sucker out.

I unplug the bugger, pop up the bread, and was two blows away from grabbing the fire blanket when I finally get the flame out.  No harm done.  My bread wasn't even browned!  But I look inside the toaster only to see four or five blackened chunks of crust sitting on the bottom and stuck in the coils.  So I dump it and go out into the hall to let the other girls who were still up and chatting what had happened.

A phone call and ten minutes later, we had this new, bad-ass toaster.  If it looked any cooler, I'd say it were a Cylon.

Frakking toasters. 

(If you got the Battlestar Galactica reference, that makes you awesome.  Just don't send me any season four spoilers, because the UK bites and won't let me download any of the episodes.)
 

Posted at 01:07PM Apr 19, 2008 by Jill S Brink in General  |  Comments[0]