Proving Christian right, and how I can no longer watch my porridge cook
The light in our microwave seems to be temperamental. Which annoys me, since while I’m waiting for stuff to reach ideal temperature I sometimes get fixated and watch the tray turn around and around*.
When I first noticed the light went off, I tried something from my arsenal of fixes: opened and shut the door and jiggled it a few times. It didn’t work.
Christian observed: ‘What are you doing?’.
Me: ‘I jiggled the door. It’s one of my tactics when something doesn’t work.’
Christian: ‘What are the other tactics?’ (After 10 years he knows I can’t fix things – so you can understand his curiosity. Let’s also point out he dissed me on at least one occasion by boldly stating how French children can’t handle tools, so it’s no wonder I’m challenged in that area).
Me: ‘I’ve got three: jiggling and opening/closing door, restarting, jiggling the cord.’
Christian: ‘And if it still doesn’t work?’
Me: ‘Then I call ‘Chriiiiiiissss”.
I can tell you from experience that last one always works.
*In my defence, the microwave times itself in increments of 30 seconds only so you end up having to stay in front of it to spy on your food (or drink).
(Image from here)
That is very funny, you two are cute!
excellent!
Yes Anna, sometimes I fear we *are* cute :) Thank you for giving me the opportunity to quote Futurama!!
Sophie, il m’a dit d’un ton docte qu’il est content que j’essaie quand même quelques réparations avant de hurler son nom. Il m’éclate :)
I giggled a little at that. My method of repairing things can be very similar. Except I usually call my mother, because she is very handy, and knows how to fix many things.