So. I live in a dorm. That means we share things...bathrooms, hallways, laundry rooms, and kitchens. Let's talk about kitchens (or, in our case, kitchenettes). We have a small one on my floor, where all sorts of smells (mainly shrimp and fish and burned popcorn every other day) like to permeate the hallway. That's fun.
What's not fun: our microwave. This little gem is circa 1998, $9.99 Wal-Mart special. It really is good for nothing. Or...almost nothing. What it IS good for is scaring me. Last week at Target I bought a box of popcorn, and have been popping a little bag every day or two.
Here's the deal. Ghetto-microwave must have been born on the fourth of July. It likes to spark and shoot flames once in awhile. Not every time, not all the time, just sometimes. Keeps me on my toes. It really scares me. I have to run out of the room whenever I am popping my bags of corn delight. (Hey, I have to have my popcorn.) It can't be safe. And, as much as I like fireworks, I've put in a request to get a new, 2006 Wal-Mart $15.99 special. (Only the finest here at PTS.)
Click the link below to see my favorite moment of tonight's popping adventure...
Things to notice:
1. The BRIGHT light exuding from within the window of Ghetto-microwave. That is not just a light in the microwave, no no, those are sparks, folks.
2. The crooked nature of the photograph. In my fear, as soon as I snapped the shot, I bolted from the kitchen. Hey, I never said I would be a very good photojournalist in a war torn country.
Wow!! You "practically" sacrificed your life for popcorn. Hope you enjoyed every kernel:-)
Joi
Posted by: Joi | January 31, 2006 at 11:12 AM
Frightening! Has your request been acknowledged? Certainly the least they could do to protect their popcorn starving students!
Mom
Posted by: Mom | January 31, 2006 at 06:52 PM