This microwave may or may not be safe – anyone got a canary?
Approximately two weeks ago, the scene in our kitchen was a lot like scenes in any other kitchen where three generations try to find something to eat without killing each other. In front of the microwave, my kids lined up with their oatmeal, behind Husband with his coffee, behind Mom with her tea, and behind Dad with his bacon.
They were waiting on me.
I reached into the convenient little hub and retrieved my plate of mashed yeast.
At that moment, the lights in the oven went out and we knew were in trouble. I pushed a few buttons. Nothing.
“I think the microwave is broken,” I said.
The kids cried, the men cursed, and Mom got out her rosary.
“Where’s the owner’s manual?” Dad asked.
Thus began the longest fourteen days of our lives.
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OK, I can buy all of the story except the part about their being a “spare” magnetron in the guest bedroom.These are parts that are usually unique to the brand and model and cost 60-150, so how did they happen to have one on hand?
The last time I looked in that room, I saw three microwaves, two vacuum cleaners and a Titanic movie poster.
I don’t ask no questions.
Dad read this question and said, “I ordered it the week before.” Turns out, he has a sixth sense about these things. Thanks, Mark, for helping to clear up a mystery.
Still doesn’t explain the Titanic poster, though.
I stopped reading at, “Thus began the longest fourteen days of our lives”.
Seriously? Within that 14 days, day one, you could have gone to WalMart and bout a brand new (albeit temporary) microwave for under $20.00. Your family would have lasted 16 seconds in the 1800′s.