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You heard me. After 10ish years of dutiful daily service, its broken. And of course, my first reaction was to be mildly pissed, like, “how could it do this to me, doesn’t it know that I want toast right now?” Of course, the list of things being taken for granted in this moment is embarrassingly long. And suddenly, I realize that I never maintained my toaster. It had gotten kinda sticky, and showed definite signs of wear lately, and if given an examination by a professional, it would probably have been given a recommendation for repair. Yet I just always expected it to just keep working.

You know, kind of like a marriage. Or a bridge.