Mom almost killed me and the roommate, and she's not even here.
Apparently last night when she made the pulled chicken sandwich, she used the OVEN portion of the toaster oven. I don't do that, because the oven is nearly as old as I am (I've been using this specific one since I was six) So I just use the TOASTER portion. It's a model 001, and they're up in the 3k now.
Anyway, she has a previously minor annoying trait of leaving the microwave door wide open, time on the clock. It's just... the worst, and at the same time, such trivial poo.
Well, this time it wasn't trivial. roommate slapped the toaster oven shut while making a sandwich. Turns out it was set to broil. The cheese that was on the tin foil was BLACKENED.
Thankfully I was grabbing some ice cubes for a beverage and unplugged the thing. But goddamnit mom.
I can't even call her. Her friend lives right on the last street in the US, then it's the TJ estuary, so if she takes her phone over there, we get insultingly large roaming fees. So the phone is here, her and the dog are not.