[image courtesy davidszondy]
Dear New Space Age Microwave in Our Breakroom,
Thank you for replacing our old brown box of a microwave with your sleek, shiny newness. You are so curvy and blue, like an astronaut cooking station from the year 3000, imagined by a Hollywood film director in the year 1969. Your hip design! Your mod curves! Your clean lines! Your black, reflective window is like a window into my very soul.
But tell me, please... how do I turn you on?
Your humble servant,