My Pessimistic Microwave

You know those days when you accidentally sleep in and you STILL have a sleep hangover? Then you don't have time to take the shower you desperately needed and miss breakfast because of that extra sleep you got that you didn't want? Well...that's nothing to the kind of day my microwave had.

Used to just hanging out on the counter, the Stout's microwave innocently sat there and broadcasted the time of morning when it started to feel a little tickle on its top. Sara must have felt its discomfort because she went over and found that there was a spider running across it. Getting hit several times, the microwave bravely soldiered on, knowing that the day just had to get better. After spilling translucent chicken defrosted juices all over its plate inside, the microwave lost it's positive spin on the day. For later, when it was being used far below its potential (as a timer!), it showed its hopeless outlook on life by broadcasting to all the world that the time was the "End". The end of the world? The day? The suffering? The story? We aren't too sure, but one thing we know...it lost it's positive outlook.