Hotel breakfast. The waffle iron. What a device! You pour the batter, close it, wait for the light. It’s a miracle! But everyone *has* to make one. There’s a line. Adults. Waiting. To operate a waffle iron. Like it’s some kind of amusement park ride! ‘Ooh, look, I made a waffle! *I* did it!’ Yeah, the machine did most of the work, buddy. You just provided the raw materials. It’s not brain surgery. It’s batter into a hot grid. And then they burn half of them because they walk away to get more coffee. The humanity!
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