...to tell or not to tell?

[salylimon]

 The microwave is apparently on the fritz.

Late night snack of reheated leftovers of capirotada turned out to be a late night snack of cold leftovers. I can eat it cold, but I rather like warm. Se me hace mas sabroso. So, uh, I'm wondering if telling the landlord would cost more than getting someone else to fix it. Maybe if I beat fiddle with it...

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[salylimon]

I tried hitting and yelling at it, but I think that just made it worse. I...don't think I should have thrown that plastic up at it, I could have sworn I saw sparks for some reason...

[pride_of_kiwi]

Ac-tually, my dear, I believe there's a lad who may be able to help you out. Think he's got a blog detailing some need for work. So far as I know, appliances and tech is his forte.

Just don't tell 'im John sent ya. Seems we've a fair bit of sibling rivalry going on at the moment... Just look for a Peter Kirkland, aye?

[salylimon]

Does he really? Well, I left him an e-mail, so hopefully he gets back to me soon. And I'm trusting you on this, querido! I-I don't want to end up paying more than needed if I had just gone to the manager...

And sibling rivalry, eh?

[pride_of_kiwi]

Ahaha, he is a university student, so I'm sure he'll get back to you as soon as he's got a chance to check his inbox. Wouldn't worry about the price- he's got a good head on his shoulders- I think if you explain what happened, he'd be a box of budgies to help ya out.

Hah... Well, much as I might be fond of the sprog, he's not so fond of me. Seems to be commonplace in this family.

Francis, meet my oven. It's quite toasty.

[salylimon]

Too much of a hassle for a quick and small snack at such an hour. And an oven isn't needed to make capirotada, querido. Just to let you know.