The Machine Of Toast Rides Again by Joanne Okano

     As I sidled past the counter, I spied a hill of froth underneath it.  Now some hill of froth is normal, I thought.  Why?  Unlike other women, I don't hate hill of froth quite the way you do and want to clean it up on a normal day.  My mother taught me that my hill of froth is permanent, while other mothers seem to say that hill of froth will vanish if you clean it.  I wish.

The End, I think...