While I was waiting for my toast to pop up, I reached into the pantry for the agave nectar. Then, without premeditation, I started singing, “Agave Maria, Sanc-toast, Sanc-toast.”
Thankfully no one was home, so I didn’t have to feel like a nerd for the spontaneous song or for cracking up afterward. Now that I think about it, though, I probably shouldn’t have eaten that beatific toast. Think of the fortune I could have made on eBay!