My dear husband last night asks me if I will make him popcorn. Couldn’t be easier. Hell, we’re talking about microwave popcorn in a bag. Our microwave even has a “popcorn” button. So what do I do in my Friday night, it’s-been-a-long-week stupor? I go ahead and push that popcorn button and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Why am I not hearing a pop?
What the hell?
There is no popping. Perhaps the bag is defective.
Oh wait. I never bothered to put the bag in the microwave to begin with. Oops. Can’t nuke popcorn without the popcorn. Let’s hope things go much better with my menu this week.
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