Natalie’s Affair With A Blender

Natalie was in love with her blender but she didn’t want the toaster to know. The tension between them was palpable. The toaster had always hated the blender, the smug bastard was always showing off it’s brush steel finish. The white plastic race of small kitchen appliances had always had problems with the shiny steel ones. Natalie knew this because she was very astute. As she buttered her toast, she slowly inched towards the blender trying to be nonchalant as she fed it’s daily sustenance. She would then slowly drink the wheat and butter.

Back when she was actually employed she didn’t think about these things. She rarely even fancied appliances. How blind she use to be!