The promising scent of banana cake starts to fill the room. Everybody who enters the kitchen smiles that little goofy smile while humming "Mhmm what a delicious smell!" I enjoy looking at them it's so funny watching their expressions which all tell the same story: They desire this cake they can't just have, but try getting a little closer with small polite remarks. But I don't give in the cake is not mine to share :)
Today I helped out in the kitchen at my mother's work. They had this meeting thing with some new customers and needed a little help. Since I take all the work I can get my hands on I was ready right away!
While I was in the kitchen I started wondering about all the things surrounding me which could end my life instantly. The knives, the oven and probably even the dishwasher would be able to finish me off within a few minutes. How would I feel about that? Well, not to happy I'll have to admit. To die in public in some kitchen accident sounds a little too, well, tragically hilarious to me. But how could it happen? I imagine myself standing at the table cutting some vegetables as the knife slips out of my grip. The sudden adrenalin rush as the knife darts towards my body knowing it most certainly is going to hit me. The pain which the stab causes and the jumping up and down to lower it. As I write it occurs to me that I haven't thought this through. No way could I die from this... Get hurt, yes, but die not so much.
Hmm oh well, there's always the odds that a person sneaks up from behind and stabs me while I happen to be in the kitchen. Or they pour boiling water over me, beat me with a meat hammer or hits me with a frying pan knocking me out cold.
Paranoia sure is bliss!
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