Chapter Twelve: My Dinner Goes Up In Smoke. This Time Unintentionally.
[ Of all the things I did at camp, I thought "teach someone how to use a microwave" would be one of the easiest. Little did I know that Persians and microwaves mix like... well, metal and microwaves. But I'm getting ahead of myself. ]
[itp two boys are standing by a microwave in the mess hall]
It's not that tough -- you press the button and it starts. Easy.
[the microwave goes up in spectacular flames]
(( Ganymede is on her way out! ))
[itp two boys are standing by a microwave in the mess hall]
It's not that tough -- you press the button and it starts. Easy.
[the microwave goes up in spectacular flames]
(( Ganymede is on her way out! ))