GENRE: Young Adult
It was the toaster's fault.
Or, at least, that's what I told myself as I stood in the nearly-deserted parking lot outside the mall, listening to the security guard lock the doors behind me.
I wasn't normally in the habit of blaming toasters for my problems...but this one had given me more than my fair share of trouble. Some of it was my fault, I guess; my cousin was getting married tomorrow and I really should have known that my mother would forget to buy a present--a fact that she informed me only an hour before the mall closed. So I rushed to the Macys and searched for the remaining items on my cousin's registry. I ended up with a toaster, but not just any toaster. It could toast four bagels at once, calculate long division, and clean up after the dog. It didn't come cheap, either. Hopefully, I wouldn't be around when my mother opened the credit card statement.
The whole thing put me in a bad mood...especially because I'd found the toaster five minutes before the mall closed, and I'd been rushed to the register and promptly kicked out of the store by a security guard who was obviously pretending not to speak English."