This morning, I was running late for class.
In my half conscious state, I put the bread in the toaster and forgot about it while I got dressed. On my way out, I rediscovered this flavorless toast, but discovered that we were out of Jam.
Panick stricken and confused, I quickly rubbed some butter on the bread, sprinkled some sugar on it, and hopped on to my bike.
At this point, I realized that I do not have enough hands to steer, eat one peice of toast, and hold the other. At least as far as I know.
This is when genius struck
Without missing a beat, I thrust one sugary toast morsel into my mouth and placed the other one on top of my fedora (Hat. Think bad detective flick). Exhalted, I biked to class with one hand steering, one hand piloting the toast consumption, and the other peice of toast balancing atop my hat until I was ready for it.
Problem solving for a new era.
Proudly,
~Kigs