So I get a gleaming white microwave, from grandma... literally, "used by old lady" just like the car salesman say, brand spanking new. The Magic Chef brand, so it matches in color and brand with all our kitchen furniture.
I decide to inaugurate it with a bag of popcorn. I set the timer to 3 1/2 minutes and headed downstairs to wait for the smells to waft down.
Soon, those smells drifted down to us and we smiled with anticipation.
That's when the fire alarm went off.
Our 15-year old microwave must have been really slow. 3:30 was way too long. The house filled with gray smoke. We threw open every window to let the 3 degree air in. Turned on every fan. Dena scrubbed the microwave clean. Deodorized the carpets.
The place still smells like smoke.
The microwave is sitting outside in the snow.
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