Five minutes ago, literally 5 mins, My live-in GF had a kitchen accident. As usual, a really bad fuck up almost always requires two screw ups on top of each other.

She set down a Melmac (hard plastic) plate with a couple pancakes on the stove burner. Then she put a pot of coffee on the small burner and switched on the wrong burner.

I could smell something was wrong from the back room, ran out and saw thick, toxic smoke filling the kitchen. From the charred pancakes and charring plastic plate.

As we opened the windows and doors, turned on all the fans, I calmly explained to her about how 2 errors are usually required to make an epic fuckup. Hoping she would stress-learn and never put a plate on a burner again.

She got really offended, said I didn't respect her and when the covid-19 quarantine is over we are done as a couple. I immediately agreed.

FREEDOM!

Cheers, Mates!