Piece of Crap
>> Sunday, August 23, 2009
Last Friday evening as I was driving to a friends house Britt called my cell to inform me that the microwave was on fire, (yes, flames literally spewing out of the control panel.) She seemed pretty upset and serious so I kept the smart-alec remarks to myself and drive home like I was, well…reporting to a house fire.
It's surprising how fast a Toyota Tundra can get up to 100 mph when it's told to.
When I arrived, Britt and the kids were outside and all I could smell was burnt plastic. I feared the worst, (kitchen ablaze, house burned down, us living in a van down by the river, etc.), but the mess wasn't as bad as I thought it to be. I'm not down playing the seriousness of it at all but I'm one to expect the worst when things like this happen.
In the end, everyone was all right – the house just smelled like burnt plastic for a few days, but the smell is now gone.
It's ironic though. We've been talking about getting an, "above the range microwave". We just didn't plan on doing so by nearly burning down the kitchen! Read more...