All I wanted was a temperature gauge for the grill.
Mike’s brother came over and brought steaks and said “wheres your thermometer? I need to know when the grill gets hot enough.” After laughing at him for thinking this was Bobby Flay’s house I said just let it warm up man, it will be fine. 10 minutes later he checks on it, and comes screaming back in the house because flames are licking the top of the grill and coming out around the side and Rob’s gasping “IS THIS NORMAL?!” We check on it and sure enough, the grill is not normal. 2 foot flames are fueled by pent up grease and I’m like “Hey Rob! Get your steaks, I think its warm enough!”
Anyway, fast forward into the week and I’m using any excuse to get back into the homeowners paradise called Bed Bath and Beyond, and that thermometer sounds like a good enough reason to go. I figure in case we attempt steaks on our own, I don’t want Mad Cow disease or anything. So Mike and I enter BB&B and as we are holding hands and skipping throughout the place with glee… all of a sudden, BAM! My world was knocked UPSIDE DOWN by this automatic soap dispenser sensor thing. um WHAT! Excuse me, I NEED THIS! I looked at Mike, and without even speaking he knew. I tried not to want it. I really tried hard to rip my eyes away from it. I tried to act like I could live in a world without it. We even looked at other normal soap dispensers for a moment but all I felt was emptiness inside. I imagined my hand under the sensor! I imagined how efficient, and magnificent it would be! Cleanliness, with great ease!
It had to be done. I snagged a recipe box, 2 frosty mugs, the soap dispenser from 2030 and walked away extremely happy.
Wait… oops. Forgot the thermometer. Aw shoot. Guess I’ll have to go back!!! ;)
