Barnaby was a man of simple pleasures and one massive, life-altering mistake: he believed he could communicate with his toaster.
It started on a Tuesday. Barnaby, a self-proclaimed "gadget whisperer," decided that his burnt sourdough was a cry for help. He didn't just adjust the dial; he gave the toaster a pep talk.
"Listen, Steve," he whispered to the chrome appliance. "We're a team. I provide the bread; you provide the golden-brown perfection. Don't let the crumb tray define you."