I want to go make breakfast but there’s an old guy with stretchers in his ears fixing my oven and I just don’t know what level of awkward to expect.
UPDATE: mum just went in and told him I was too scared to go in and asked if it would be ok go share the space for a bit… MUM! I’m 20! Also yes I am scared and now it’s all fucked.
UPDATE: it’s been 2 1/2 hours, he is still here and I am starving. HOW BROKEN IS MY OVEN???