Toaster Repair
After I finished, I sent an email to my friend, Stan. Here 'tis:
Hey, Stan! It is a good thing you called just when you did; had you been five minutes later, I would have just finished beating my 1950 Toastmaster to death with a big hammer, and throwing it into the trash. Over the past six months or so, it has been getting worse and worse about popping up when the toast is done and the latch lets go. I have been putting off getting into it to lube the sliding parts, remembering what my...