In 1986 my Pete and I each put in $350 and bought a microwave. This was really our first commitment to each other. We were 19 years old and the purchase represented a silent promise that we would set up house one day. The microwave was one of the very stylish ones that was covered in a woodgrain patterned stick-on vinyl.
One day, many years later, it went BANG! and made a very bad smell and we had to throw it out. Thankfully that has never happened to my Pete. We bought another to replace it.
Yesterday this one stopped working. No bang, no fizzle, just cold, hard carrots after three attempts at cooking them.
I guess when you consider that my children looked like this when we bought it
we shouldn’t really complain.