FRIED BURRITO'S?

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Jun 27, 2002
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I live alone and I just recently moved into a bachelor pad in West Vancouver. It’s a really nice studio and I like it quite a bit. When people come over for the first time, their first impression is “You live HERE?” because it’s very small but for me and my two cats Calvin and Hobbes it’s perfect. Calvin has an obsession over sleeping on top of the Microwave, Why? I don’t know. When I was unpacking my belongings from the move I found out that my microwave had been broken during the move and the glass on the front was cracked. Sure, this sounds like nothing and it’s not what my thread is about, but it’s related.

I’m a bit of a hermit, and that’s why I live alone. I’ve been used to Jeff Bezo’s one click shopping with Amazon.com and I decided just purchase the microwave from Futureshop.ca which has a shipping center about ten blocks from my place. I got the “Panasonic NN-S562BF 1.2 Cu Ft 1300 Watt Microwave” for a nice $185 with free shipping. I was pretty impressed considering I didn’t move an inch.

I got the Microwave about two days later and the box looked a little beat up. I’m not too picky of a person so it didn’t bother me. There was a sticker on it saying Returned 02/06/03 and there was a signature on the sticker and the word hinge lock. I didn’t think much of it because I live a effortless life and I was more than excited to get my microwave.

Two weeks went by without incident and Calvin started sleeping on top of the microwave again. When I was cleaning the microwave I noticed there was a problem with the door with the hinge / lock.

Apparently microwaves have a mechanism so that they cannot run while the door is open, a simple safety measure obviously. What I didn’t notice was that one day the small plastic hook that tells the microwave that the door is shut broke off and made the microwave think that the door was closed. This also caused the microwave door to be unstable in which, it would not stay perfectly shut since it didn’t have the plastic piece that’d hold the door to the body of the microwave.

Now we’re starting to get somewhere… This is the incident and I’m sorry that it took so much explaining just to get here. I feel that it’s important for you to know that I’m not just some moron who microwaves other things intentionally.

At the time I was unaware about the Microwave door and what it was doing, so I decided to cook up four frozen burritos for dinner. It generally takes about six minutes to cook all of them. I left the burritos in the microwave cooking and everything seemed great. I went to my computer to load up my favorite internet forum and then listen for the microwave’s distinctive beep to know when it was time to chow down. When I heard the beep, I came back to find something even more horrific than four no name brand burritos in my microwave. I’m still not sure about the details but it seems that the door either swung open, or Calvin tried to jump upon the Microwave and the door flew open. She must have decided to sniff the food and stood on the turntable and tried to eat it or something. I couldn’t tell if there was any bite marks on the food from the end result. I never heard the sound of the cat being micro waved and I never heard the cat meow or anything. To my utter disgust I saw Calvin laying there on top of the burritos with her eyes exploded and steam coming out of her. It was absolutely disgusting and horrific; I just broke down crying right there. I’m more than sure that Calvin died instantly because she was just lifeless. There was no twitching or movement or anything. I couldn’t even hear her breathing the faintest bit.

I didn’t want to touch her so I closed the microwave door, but my intense hunger overcame me and I just couldn't stand being hungry for another moment....It was at this point I grabbed the silverware and a plate. The fur was a little tough to get past....but thats what Ginsu knives are for. I sat down and enjoyed the last few memories of my poor kitty...he is now a part of me forever. We listened to a little Brotha Lynch and enjoyed our last dinner together, and , yes, they do taste like chicken.
Tears filled my eyes as the food entered my stomach.....bite after bite I couldn't help but think "Maybe this was for the best"

If everyone could just check the safety mechanism on your microwave, your stove and even your drier I’d be so much happier. This is a tragic loss to me, and because of it I want to at least let people know of the horrific unexpected. But keep in mind, that a loss is sometimes a gain....and in this case I discovered a new treat, now I visit the ASPCA twice a week.
 
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damn after that Im bored, insominias a bitch, that took me an hr...please, tell me another story! fuc it Im going to 7-11, be bac in a hr...