I had the Federal Work Study program as part of my undergraduate financial aid package. I worked in the Campus Counseling Center, where I tutored Math to students failing the CLAST test and student athletes too. Our little breakroom, shared by PhDs and interns alike, had a (bread) toaster, a bagel toaster (the first time I ever heard and saw this novel invention), and a toaster oven.
One day, at the end of semester, I went for the early Christmas party to help setting up (I'm getting paid for this). The Ph.D's, my boss, Master's students, all psychologists and social behavioral people are complaining there's not enough counter space in the kitchen.
Me: Why do we need a regular and a bagel toaster.
Them: Oh no! You can't touch that, it's sacrilege. How would we toast bread and bagels?
Me: But you can use the toaster oven. That what we use at home for everything.
One of Them: What? You can toast in that thing?
Me: Yes. (speaking slowly) It is a Toaster Oven.
Another One of Them: But it doesn't toast properly.
Me: Did you use the right settings? You know you can turn the knobs for temperature to get the right color for your white sliced bread. (Yes I did say that)
Them: But what if all of us need to toast something
Me: Take turns.
Them: mumbling... at this point I stopped listening and gave up. I started putting food on my plate, I eat on the job, efficiency, politeness be damned with these nitwits.
Me: Whatever, I won't be here next semester, so Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Hanukkah, Kwanza to all and thanks for the yummy grub. (Steps out.)
My only regret is not looking at their facial reactions for my scummy first-in-line grub-grabbing actions.