There are few greater joys in life than having a best friend. However, just because you think someone is your best friend doesnt always mean that you are theirs, and realizing this can be truly heartbreaking. Such is the reality for a 2013-model George Foreman Grill in Des Moines, Iowa, who considers the 7-year-old boy he shares a home with to be his best friend, even though he has no way of telling him.
Wow. This is the saddest thing youll read all day.
From his perch between the coffee pot and the knife block, the George Foreman Grill has spent the past four years of his life quietly observing Caleb, the cheery young son of his owners, whose playful spirit and thousand-watt smile have consistently brought light and happiness into the countertop grills otherwise humdrum everyday existence. But while the George Foreman Grill constantly daydreams of riding bikes around the neighborhood with Caleb and swapping giggly secrets with him at sleepovers, the sad truth is that he is physically incapable of speaking to his housemate and will likely spend the remainder of his time hopelessly yearning for a friendship that can never be reciprocated.
When Caleb wanders into the kitchen for breakfast every morning, you can see George Foreman Grills power indicator light flashing uncontrollably with excitement, said Maytag, the houses dishwasher. Once, Caleb made a quesadilla inside him for an after-school snack, and you could tell it was the happiest moment of George Foreman Grills life. He still plays the memory over and over in his head every day, just wishing and praying for it to happen again.
Poor guy, the dishwasher continued. He can tell you everything there is to know about the kidhow many baby teeth hes lost, his favorite snacks, the number of Transformers stickers on his math binderbut to Caleb, hell always just be the thing that makes paninis.
Whether Caleb is on the step stool helping his mom mix cupcake batter or just mulling over his reading homework at the kitchen table, the George Foreman Grill relishes any occasion to be in the first-graders presence and has gradually come to consider the boy his best friend in the entire world. Caleb, however, has no idea how much the George Foreman Grill loves him or how much it hurts the appliance when his mother stows him away in the dark kitchen cabinet for long periods of time, forcing the grill to go weeks on end without seeing his most treasured pal.
Caleb takes me to his room all the time and ramps his toy cars off of meits so fucking awesome, said baking sheet, who lives in the cupboard below the George Foreman Grill and often loudly boasts about his one-on-one time with Caleb just to get on his lonely neighbors nerves. I cant blame Caleb for never wanting to play with George Foreman Grillthe guy totally sucks. Whenever he gets put in his cabinet, hes just crying all day and all night down there and talking about how he wishes Caleb would be his friend. Its like, bro, just accept that nobody wants to hang out with a boring-ass electric grill and move on with your life. Stop bumming everybody out.
While its certainly frustrating for the George Foreman Grill to see Caleb spending time with other kitchen equipment, its particularly upsetting for him when the 7-year-old invites over his classmate Miles, who is rude and says cuss words and is clearly only using Caleb for his Nintendo Switch. Caleb, for his part, could not care less about any of his kitchen appliances, but the George Foreman Grill once got so angry after hearing Miles laugh at Caleb that, had he been born with the gift of mobility, he wouldve clamped his grilling plates over the childs face on high heat and burned him to death right then and there.
Tragically, though, the George Foreman Grill will never get the chance to stick up for Caleb, nor will he ever be able to listen to Caleb confide in him about the girls he likes or help him assemble the half-finished Lego Star Wars snowspeeder he got for his birthday. Instead, the George Foreman Grill will just remain in his spot on the counter, accumulating feelings and dreams he will never be able to share, silently rooting for Caleb while simultaneously worrying that his best friend will grow up and leave him behind when he goes to college or, worse, that he is deemed to be junk by his owners and sold off at a garage sale.
Its heartbreaking to think about, but the reality is that the George Foreman Grill was never designed for companionship or anything more than making food. Yet perhaps one day his dreams will somehow come true and he and Caleb will finally become best friends forever.