As I looked at the old microwave so unceremoniously removed from it's perch atop the kitchenette, I couldn't help but to reminisce. I had a lot of memories with that microwave. Like how it always smelled like bacon from when I made my morning and usually afternoon bacon snacks. The rest of the office complained, but I never understood how someone could not love having the sweet smell of bacon welcome you everytime you open the microwave door.
I also remember the day I set a small to moderate fire inside of it. Good thing our smoke alarms don't work! BTW... my fire had nothing to do with the untimely demise of the microwave. I set that fire a year ago The blackened ceiling of the microwave served as a cautious reminder that metal thermouses do not belong in the microwave. All in all, it was a good friend that served our office well.
Before you go... can we take a moment of silence for a fallen camrad.
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