Across The Hall

The Toaster

Sometimes weird things happened in my life, but they were normal weird things. Usually like...awkward things. Like I'd trip. Or misplace something that ended up being in my hand, just simple stuff like that.

But this was a bit different.

Someone stole my toaster.

I know, it sounds crazy. 

I woke up one morning, craving toast, but my toaster was missing.

My initial thought was that I had been robbed, but nothing else was missing. Just my toaster. Unless the robber really wanted some toast, then I don't think that was the case.

My mind was taken off of my missing appliance when there was a knock at my door.

I sighed and closed the refrigerator. "Coming!" I called out as I strode across the apartment. Before I opened the door, I stopped and waited for another knock, to confirm that it was Mitch.

I chuckled when there was another scheduled knock. I opened the door and opened my mouth to greet him, but my eyebrows knitted together when I saw a strange object in his hands.

My toaster.

I looked back at his face, hoping he would explain, because I couldn't think of any logical reason as to why he'd steal my toaster.

He sighed, seeming annoyed, "Here," he stated, extending the appliance towards me.

I cleared my throat, "Why did you have my toaster?" I asked as I took it from him.

He looked away awkwardly, poking his tongue around the inside of his mouth. He rocked back and forth on his feet, clearly embarrassed by his actions. "I may have had a little too much to drink last night. Your door was unlocked, so I came in. I'm not sure why, but I ended up taking your toaster," he explained, motioning towards the toaster.

I couldn't stop myself from laughing, especially at his look of annoyance. This was possibly the most amusing encounter i'd ever had with a neighbor.

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, yeah...very funny. I do do stupid things when I'm drunk," he muttered, annoyed with my laughing.

I set the toaster down next to my feet, "Why were you drunk? I thought you went to a musical," I pointed out as I crossed my arms.

He huffed and fixed his hair, casually. "Afterward my date and I went to a bar. Then he found someone prettier and left me at the bar. So, I somehow got home, and ended up in your apartment. And when I woke up, I was laying in my bathtub, cradling your toaster," he explained.

I put my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle another laugh, but it was no use. The idea of Mitch lying in a bathtub, cradling my toaster was hilarious and oddly adorable.

He rolled his eyes again and turned to leave, "Mitch wait!" I exclaimed as I reached out and grabbed him by the arm.

He instantly pulled out of my hold and glared at me, raising his eyebrows waiting for me to say something.

"I'm sorry about your date. I really am. I was just laughing because you stole my toaster," I assured him.

He nodded, "Well as fun as this has been, I'd much rather be anywhere but here. See you later, Scooter," he said before turning and going back into his apartment.

I smiled, and muttered a useless goodbye before closing my own door.

A/N: I don't remember where I got this idea from, but I still think it's hilarious. Comment?