The right Answers do no use without the correct question; God may have already given you the meaning of life but you were probably too entranced with your cell phone to ask an intelligible question. Take Life, the Universe and Everything, what monumental question could you even put forth to gain a satisfactory answer? This seemingly intuitive concept is beginning to make sense already, but I have devised a foolproof inquiry and the best part is. You don’t have to wait on God for it to be answered, because you can solve it yourself with a few minutes of thought and a cup of coffee.
The following account presents just one of the awful facets of the nature of reality all young men and women must face as they transition into adults. In coming into a new life individuals learn the roles of ordinary household appliances; what they are, what they do and how to use them with the least electricity so your landlord wont notice that your stealing all the power. The kitchen is a dangerous environment, if you’re an especially attractive cut of meat. Otherwise, life there is pretty swell; take the toaster a true marvel of modernity. A modest professional who does exactly what it was meant to do.
Content in its corner of the kitchen, it works on a regular schedule which is usually breakfast time. The toaster has it pretty easy, its life isn’t complicated by ambiguity like the lowly plate. The plate isn’t confined to one small nook, it gets used (often abused) while it sees the world. Between cluttered dishwashers, messy cooking experiments and months untouched in the pantry the plate sees the world and knows that bad things happen to good plates, and that naughty plates sometimes get the best treatment. The plate sits and ponders the only question that can come to his miserable mind; why. As stated, the toaster isn’t bothered by such queries, it has a job to do. The toaster doesn’t mind monotony, in fact it thrives at its specialty. And why shouldn’t it be proud, it does excellent work? Toasters love their place in the kitchen, and seem perfectly suited for the niche they occupy.
The negative mood of the plates isn’t something they usually have to deal with, and if so it is only for a fleeting, unfortunate second. Unfortunate may not be the correct word, perhaps uncanny does best, because of the plates contemptuous attitude toward the toaster. The absurdity of the situation is that after a while that toasters often feel as if they are left out of some inside joke all the plates are in on. So unsettled, are these toasters, that some have even begun wondering whether it is better for them to be a plate.