You come home from a rigorous physical workout and decide what better than some carbs to appease your unforgiving stomach.
Sauce added to spaghetti, set to high for a minute and... beep... beep... beep
Open the door, remove the bowl, and... smash!
I wouldn't be angry if you said you were upset.
Not only do you break the bowl and ruin perfectly good food, but you also dump half of the fairly hot pasta + sauce on your foot.
Nice going pickle dick.
It's one of those frustrating situations where you wish you could have taken that extra second of precaution or preparation to ensure success.
Patience is an important virtue, it's also a difficult virtue to control/master.
I'm sure this kind of thing happens to everyone, but it's always funnier when it happens to someone famous, like Michael Scott burning his foot on the George Foreman grill (Office reference for those newbies).
"I like to wake up to the smell of bacon".
1 comment:
sue me, ha
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