Me Vs My Microwave

It’s a battle. Every hour, every day. My microwave is ancient and does not adhere to proper timing. A bowl of ramen? Six minutes.

It’s been in the house for decades. I should get a new one but I can’t bring myself to do it. The ongoing conflict is too precious to me.

Dear microwave, take pity on me. Please shave seconds off of your time. I long for my noodles.