We have a new microwave at work. I miss the old one. The old one's arrival predated my first day of employment by a number of years and had been repaired twice before breaking down for good. One thing I appreciated about it was that the turntable rotated once every ten seconds. Exactly ten seconds. That meant that when I put my mug of water in to make tea and the time I entered was divisible by 10, then the handle was always facing out. So I'd punch in three minutes and when the beeper beeped I'd grab the handle as easy as pie.
The new one is not like that. The turntable doesn't rotate at a constant speed. Regardless of the time I enter or how much fine tuning I try, when it's done I have to reach around the hot mug and turn the handle towards me where I can safely pick it up. When I told Steph about it she rolled her eyes and told me to just let it go.
Maybe I will. But I don't have to like it.
This Sunday’s Ride.
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