Wednesday, February 1, 2017

I broke the microwave

The first microwave my family had when I was a kid--or, at least, the first one I remember--was a white one. It was an average microwave. We used to enter 3:33 for bags of microwave popcorn, and that was the perfect time where the most kernels would pop, and the fewest would be burnt.

One day, my sister and I were watching a movie: RV starring Robin Williams and some other, less-beloved people. I was the one who was put in charge of setting in motion the chain of events that would lead to a large, shiny, metal bowl being filled with store-brand popping corn, to be distributed somewhat unevenly (due to differences in appetite and brazenness) betwixt a pair of adolescents. I went through the motions, as the movie was already in progress, and I did not want to miss too much (RV is truly a cinematic masterpiece, as I am sure you all know).

I know not how long that popcorn was cooking for, but when the microwave finally beeped, it was a gruesome sight. The popcorn had turned a hideous brownish-black color, and had burnt a hole in the side of the bag and ruined the interior of the microwave. My recollections of the exact display are fuzzy, though I do remember the smell being absolutely dreadful. In hindsight, I theorize that I had inadvertently set the timer to 33:33 in my haste to return to the movie.

We had to get a new microwave.



Submitted February 01, 2017 at 03:41AM by Polite_Rude_Boy http://ift.tt/2kPUCiG

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