If you can’t simply enter your desired time then hit start, your
microwave is so good it sucks, end of story. Otherwise you need a degree in
mechanical astrophysical bioengineering to make it work. You have to hit time
cook, then enter the time, then, well, sometimes it works, but sometimes it
doesn’t. Sometimes it makes you hit a power level. And that power level button
works 4% of the time. When you finally get the power button to beep, how the hell
do you then enter the time? So you hit cancel and you’re back to square one. By
now your appetite is gone and all you taste is pure, rage-filled frustration. You don’t even want that quesadilla anymore.
What you do want is to throw that microwave out the window, but you can’t even do that,
because you snuck into a complete stranger’s house to make a righteous
quesadilla and throwing out their microwave would be insanely disrespectful. And
you know what else chafes my undercarriage? When people throw down an emphatic
“end of story” then continue to tell their story.
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