During a visit to her mother, who was in the hospital, Janet popped into the cafeteria for breakfast. She set a piece of bread on the moving toaster rack and waited for it to return
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During a visit to her mother, who was in the hospital, Janet popped into the cafeteria for breakfast.
She set a piece of bread on the moving toaster rack and waited for it to return, golden brown and perfectly crisp.
She waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But her toast never came back.
Confused, she leaned forward, peering down the conveyor belt, wondering where it went.
Just then, an elderly man sitting at a nearby table lifted a slice of toast, examined it, then shrugged and took a bite.
Janet gasped. She turned to a nurse standing next to her.
“Excuse me… does this cafeteria toast just… disappear and reappear at random tables?”
The nurse sighed. “Yeah. We call it ‘Toast Roulette.’”
“Why does that happen?” Janet asked.
The nurse nodded toward the elderly man. “Because this is a hospital. Half the people in here think it’s 1973, and the other half think they ordered breakfast yesterday.”
Janet stared at the man, who was now buttering ‘her’ toast with great satisfaction.
The nurse patted her on the shoulder. “If you really want it back, you can try trading him for a muffin.”
Janet sighed, grabbed a muffin, and walked toward the old man. Breakfast negotiations had begun.
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