Tonight I decided to spend the evening baking. I was going to make biscuits for my loved ones and it was going to be awesome.
Unfortunately, as usual, I’d overestimated my ability to follow basic instructions.
A recipe with a difficulty level of one spatula (which I took to assume meant ‘easy’), soon became a torturous step-by-step guide to disappointment.
Anyway, this is why I want a robot to do my bidding. Six months of edible biscuits and I won’t even care when it betrays me for the Robot Rebellion.