Well, to be more accurate it really should be called a Giant Flaming Disaster.
I was late to work, hadn't eaten, hadn't had coffee, was talking on my cell phone...you get the picture. I threw an unfrosted brown-sugar cinnamon pop-tart into our ancient office toaster and went back to the more important task at hand: getting a cup of coffee.
I was in mid-sentence on my call, when I turned to see flames shooting out of the toaster. That's never a good thing!!
At least I was level-headed enough to unplug the toaster. However, I speak from experience when I say that blowing on a flaming toaster does not put out flames.
Shouting CAN SOMEONE HELP ME IN HERE?!?!?!?! does, however, put out flames. Because that kind of shouting leads to people rushing the kitchen, throwing the toaster in the sink and a group effort of watching a major flame-out.
Fun times for all at 7:30 am.
After the last bit of flames died down, I wondered aloud to my fire-fighting colleagues: Gosh, it would be helpful to know where the fire extinguisher is.
You mean, said one, the fire extinguisher that's right next to the coffee machine?
Ah. Well. Gee. Did I mention that I hadn't had any coffee yet??
Let me be clear, lest this ever happen again:
Are we clear on that? Good!
Not my actual flaming toaster. These time-elapse shots came a weblog of a hilarious experiment sent to me by my loving Dad.
Because he cares about my safety and wants to improve my catalog of basic skills, he also sent me these instructions. Thanks, Dad.