| My hand got microwaved! |
[Jul. 17th, 2007|10:12 pm] |
My office microwave Michael Bay's Transformed, resulting in a workplace injury!
- I opena da door
- I inserta da food
- I cooka da food. Beeep!
- I opena da door. The light turns on. The plate spins up. The radiation giving hum swells.
- I abruptly close the door.
- I open the door. The light turns on. The plate rotates. It burns me with the power of a thousand cell phones.
- Do I close the door? Yes, I close the door.
Hypothesis: The polarity of the door open / door closed switch is reversed.
Procedure: Close the door. Program to cook for one second. Engage.
Results: My burrito is one heat-second warmer. Microbitch still wants to slap me.
Conclusion: Thoughts of a work of popular entertainment I know only by reference, in which electronics rebel. |
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