Not to date myself, but permit me to date myself.
In the mid 60s, big brother Buzz found a deal on Fostoria toasters. They were like $2.99 each. We snapped up a couple.
In the intervening years, my humble household has gone through like a thousand high-end toasters. They each die within a year, whether they need to or not.
Our current model, some sort of fancy Kitchen Aid or some such, just died. Big surprise.
The Fostoria? Still going strong.
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