At work, the lady in charge of the cleaning of the office is deaf. I have a base in sign language, so I understand her pretty well, but sometimes, stories get a bit mixed up. Last night she told me a story that was almost unbelievable and I truly thought our conversation was just beyond the limits of my sign language knowledge.

Case closed, or so I thought.

Until I went downstairs to clean my plate before the end of my shift. Here’s the little kitchen in our building.

 

Nothing exciting so far, right?  Bare with me… It is worth it, promise 🙂

 

 

Anything weird yet? Ok, it is 10 past midnight…  I should be on my way back home by now, but I couldn’t resist the need to go back to the kitchen with my phone (AKA pocket camera) to take these pictures for the Cove. But the time of day is not the point of this post…  Next.

 

 

Getting warmer… lol (you’ll understand soon) No, the coffee machine is not important in the story, and the microwave ovens haven’t killed anybody, yet.  Let’s leave them out of the equation for today.

 

 

Here’s our bad guy! Brand new, because of the fact that its predecessor went down in flames… literally! The sign on the wall explains the reason of the toaster replacement. And since I know most of you aren’t perfectly fluent in French, here’s a quick translation;

 

Fire hazard

Don’t butter your bread before putting it in the toaster.

 

Just seems I understood the cleaning lady’s story perfectly. Someone buttered slices of bread, then toasted them, and set the toaster on fire, almost burning the kitchen in the process…

/o\

Human stupidity is beyond imagination… How eager can you be to eat your toasts, that you can’t wait for them to be toasted before buttering them??  In 2016, who doesn’t know the intricate art of toasting bread? Who did this?

I know that from now on, I’ll be looking at everybody with a suspicious “are you that idiot” thought.