Have someone put money into a microwave. + If it explodes.
“What was that?” Lottie asked, glancing up from her laptop, where she was futilely searching for a job.
Tara had paused in the doorway on her way to the bathroom. “I’m not sure. It sounded like something exploding.”
“Did James hold the toaster up to the fire alarm again? Because I didn’t think that was safe the first time.” Lottie spun around in her chair to face her sister.
Tara sighed and rolled her eyes. “Come on, we’d better go check it out before the house burns down.”
Famous last words, Lottie thought as she entered the kitchen to see Dillon frantically dousing a small fire emanating from the microwave with the aid of a fire extinguisher. I will never joke about the house being on fire after this.
“What on earth is going on in here?” Tara shouted.
Dillon succeeded in putting out the last of the fire, then turned to face them, looking more surprised than guilty. “I have no idea. I put a bowl of noodles in the microwave to cook them, and suddenly there was this exploding noise and the whole thing went on fire!”
“You didn’t put any of the foil packet in the microwave, did you?” Lottie asked, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. Dillon wasn’t the brightest of men at times, she knew that more than anyone.
“No, of course not,” he said, giving her a disparaging look. “Just a bowl of noodles and water.”
“How odd,” Tara said, sinking into a chair and fanning herself with her hand. “Would you mind opening the door? It’s boiling in here.”
“Maybe we should chuck the microwave outside, just in case it goes off again. I wouldn’t want it setting anything else on fire.” Lottie pointed out.
Dillon carefully unplugged the microwave, then looked awkwardly at it. “I don’t want to move it just yet. What if it’s still hot?”
“Put some oven gloves on,” Tara suggested.
Just then, Charlie appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. “What’s going on in here?” Then he spotted the microwave. “Oh, shoot. Did someone try to microwave that bowl that was sitting beside the microwave?”
“What?” Lottie and Tara said in unison.
“Did you have something to do with this?” Tara rose angrily from her seat.
“Possibly,” Charlie said, scratching his head. “I found some coins in my pocket this morning when I was doing the laundry, so I threw them into a bowl that was sitting on the counter. I meant to take them back upstairs, and I forgot, but I didn’t think anyone would actually use it before looking inside the bowl.”
The girls turned to look at Dillon, whose face had turned an unusual shade of pink.
“You didn’t look inside the bowl before you added the noodles?” Lottie sounded incredulous.
“What kind of idiot doesn’t notice that there’s handful of loose change amid his lunch?” Tara added.
“I’ll get those oven gloves,” Dillon said, opening a drawer and rummaging through it.
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Tara had paused in the doorway on her way to the bathroom. “I’m not sure. It sounded like something exploding.”
“Did James hold the toaster up to the fire alarm again? Because I didn’t think that was safe the first time.” Lottie spun around in her chair to face her sister.
Tara sighed and rolled her eyes. “Come on, we’d better go check it out before the house burns down.”
Famous last words, Lottie thought as she entered the kitchen to see Dillon frantically dousing a small fire emanating from the microwave with the aid of a fire extinguisher. I will never joke about the house being on fire after this.
“What on earth is going on in here?” Tara shouted.
Dillon succeeded in putting out the last of the fire, then turned to face them, looking more surprised than guilty. “I have no idea. I put a bowl of noodles in the microwave to cook them, and suddenly there was this exploding noise and the whole thing went on fire!”
“You didn’t put any of the foil packet in the microwave, did you?” Lottie asked, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. Dillon wasn’t the brightest of men at times, she knew that more than anyone.
“No, of course not,” he said, giving her a disparaging look. “Just a bowl of noodles and water.”
“How odd,” Tara said, sinking into a chair and fanning herself with her hand. “Would you mind opening the door? It’s boiling in here.”
“Maybe we should chuck the microwave outside, just in case it goes off again. I wouldn’t want it setting anything else on fire.” Lottie pointed out.
Dillon carefully unplugged the microwave, then looked awkwardly at it. “I don’t want to move it just yet. What if it’s still hot?”
“Put some oven gloves on,” Tara suggested.
Just then, Charlie appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. “What’s going on in here?” Then he spotted the microwave. “Oh, shoot. Did someone try to microwave that bowl that was sitting beside the microwave?”
“What?” Lottie and Tara said in unison.
“Did you have something to do with this?” Tara rose angrily from her seat.
“Possibly,” Charlie said, scratching his head. “I found some coins in my pocket this morning when I was doing the laundry, so I threw them into a bowl that was sitting on the counter. I meant to take them back upstairs, and I forgot, but I didn’t think anyone would actually use it before looking inside the bowl.”
The girls turned to look at Dillon, whose face had turned an unusual shade of pink.
“You didn’t look inside the bowl before you added the noodles?” Lottie sounded incredulous.
“What kind of idiot doesn’t notice that there’s handful of loose change amid his lunch?” Tara added.
“I’ll get those oven gloves,” Dillon said, opening a drawer and rummaging through it.
Word count: 500