Bleary-eyed, I walked into the kitchen this morning to the shocking scene of my brand-new salad spinner engaging in sexual intercourse from behind with my Sonos Play:5. Voyeuristically, a small dust broom/pan combo set looks on from the windowsill. This is a classic case of crossing the aisle (electronics and housewares) a seemingly lost art these days. The age difference is notable in that the Sonos is from an earlier generation and the salad spinner is the whirling dervish of kitchen accoutrement. They say that politics makes strange bedfellows but apparently household appliances do as well.
Results of the salad spinner’s intended function
I'm over here now. 