It's a question that has plagued me for years. A question that has caused me to lose sleep, relationships, and a few eyebrows due to excessive eyebrow-losing.
I've tried everything: counting to 10 before leaving the kitchen, writing "Toaster, please stay" sticky notes, even hiring a Toaster Spotter.
But still, it happens. I'll be in the middle of a meeting, and suddenly the Toaster will be gone. Last week, I found it in the neighbor's house. Again.
I've come to accept that it's just my lot in life. But deep down, I still hold on to the hope that one day, I'll figure out why I always lose the Toaster.
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