gadget noun gad·get: an often small mechanical or electronic device with a practical use but often thought of as a novelty.
I love gadgets. I have always loved gadgets. As I have gotten older, the little kid in me looks at new gadgets like prizes from the toy store.
Need my teeth brushed? I have a gadget. Need ice removed from my windshield? I have a gadget. Need to find the car keys? I have a gadget. I am a connoisseur of fine gadgets!
Last week Shannon went to the store and brought home a new gadget for me.
It’s “official” name is a “milk frother” but, for those of us that are not of the coffee persuasion, I will use its street name: a portable chocolate milk stir stick for milk chocolaty goodness!
That was all it took; I caught the vision of what my bride brought home for me and ripped into the box like a child on Christmas morning. I inserted the batteries. Yes, it came with batteries! God, in His infinite wisdom, saw clear to put batteries in with it and no assembly required! It even came with its own stand … ooh, classy!
Then, I pressed the button. I heard a hum, felt my hand vibrating and as I looked down, realized that it was spinning so fast I couldn’t even see the spring-like tip anymore because it had been replaced with a silver blur. My mind began to race, I could almost taste the chocolaty concoction now. I would not be denied!
I rinsed it, as my wife instructed me to, “Do not just unbox it, you don’t know how long it has been sitting on the shelf, let alone, the warehouse of the manufacturer!” What did she know? What was a little dust? I was a master of my own ‘Quik’ destiny!
While keeping the running device in my right hand, I successfully managed to open the refrigerator door, grab the bottle of milk and chocolate and put them on the counter, grab our best AND LARGEST plastic tumbler and started filling the glass half way and then poured in some of the heavenly nectar with a bunny on the front and watched the battery operated device do what God had designed it to do. It was GLORIOUS. Quiet, subtle, powerful … the Mount Rushmore of chocolate milk making. After filling up the second half of the tumbler with more of this glorious nectar, the silence was broken by a familiar voice that took me out of my euphoria, “Hey, Captain Quik, don’t forget to rinse that off BEFORE you put it back on its hanger.”
She’s right! Like any Lamborghini, Lexus, BMW or any other high-end machine in its same class, a fine piece of machinery such as this must be lovingly cleaned and put away after every use!
I sat there watching this piece of art complete its life ambition by churning liquid brown chocolatey gold and in one impulsive moment thought, “I have to see the heart of this operation one more time.” I lifted out the object of my desire that was rotating at almost terminal velocity and …
Ya know what I saw?
Chocolate milk sprayed EVERYWHERE.
Sprayed the counter, my sweatshirt, the cabinets, the refrigerator, the stove and even some on the floor!
This was but a set back! I reached for ANOTHER tumbler, Shannon growled.
The morale: Don’t cry over spilled milk and keep trying!
Have a great day everyone and don’t let them get to ya!
