By Ava Thorpe
Hello there reader. You may be wondering: Why in the world are you writing about microwaves when there are CLEARLY much better topics to be writing about? Okay first of all how dare you! Second of all, this is important information, in case someone just happened to let me near their family microwave.
Okay so quick little storytime. About two or so weeks ago, I was really hungry. Something that you guys must know about me is that the hungrier I get, the less brain cells I actually use to think about things. So, there’s me walking downstairs to get a snack. I open the fridge, and with utter disappointment look at the little amount of food I have in there. At this point I was desperate, so I grabbed the first thing I saw in the fridge. There, in my hand was a package of old, stale, and basically “iceberged” English muffins (I thought that they were biscuits at the time). I looked back at the fridge, just hoping that I was seeing things. Nope. The English muffins were my best bet. Now, reader, here’s where you have to remember that I was starving, which meant I practically had the IQ of a two-year old. I grabbed an English muffin and put it in the microwave without cutting it in half. I then proceeded to set the microwave to three minutes. Three full minutes, you’re only supposed to put it in there for 15 seconds before putting it in a toaster. About a minute goes by and I notice a pretty strong burning smell coming from the microwave. I couldn’t possibly think it would be that bad. As I opened the door to the microwave, a bunch of smoke poured out, and made the fire alarm go off. For the rest of the day, the kitchen smelled like burnt bread.
So, if you ever spot me near a microwave, please do stop me before anything bad happens.