I'm breaking up with my microwave. For real this time. I even have a replacement microwave standing by... just waiting for that space between my fridge and... more cupboard, to open up. It's smaller, sure. And oddly, heavier. But I'll bet it also won't utterly destroy my fiancees sperm count and make it next to impossible for us to recreate. Apparently it's a Welbilt microwave. I have my doubts.
Today the glass plate that's supposed to slowly rotate stopped rotating. We've had this argument before. I've just had to reset the dish on the ring thingy underneath it. Except today it refused all my advances and insisted on not only not slowly rotating, but not rotating at any speed. And shortly after, it exploded my hot chocolate. I was not pleased.
Goodbye microwave.
.... When I leave it at the curb, do I leave a note for any poor soul who happens to take it? WARNING: this microwave is a douche bag.
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