Dear Wafflebot,
I had a dream last night that you were real. You woke me up just in time for work and had already cooked breakfast for me: Waffles, My favorite! You are the only one who knows just how I like my waffles prepared and you cheerfully make them each day. If you were real we could be best friends! I can see us now standing outside local pancake restaurants yelling at people who make poor breakfast decisions.
After a montage of all our wonderful friendship adventures together I imagine we get into a fight or go our separate ways. Maybe I don’t appreciate you like I should or perhaps you want to be with your own kind and leave me. Either way I know a sad song is playing in the background might I suggest Purple Rain?
One day I find myself in some serious trouble. I have been kidnapped and tied up, definite impending doom on the horizon. You swoop in at the last second and shoot your dangerously hot syrup on the bad guys and save the day. I am so grateful! Together we joke about old times and our friendship is new again!
I had a dream last night that you were real, but sadly this is not the case. I will have to find a standard way of getting my waffles, which will probably involve a toaster, or a waitress who calls herself ‘Cinnamon.’ However my future waffles come to be– it won’t be as high-quality because my own personal robot waffle maker/friend didn’t prepare them just for me.
If there is a Wafflebot out there looking for a best friend, I am your girl!
Sincerely,
Waffleless in the ‘Nooga
