A
few days ago, my mother called me to say there were flames shooting out of her
microwave and she needed a new one. I
asked her if she had put anything with metal in it and she told me no. So off I went to buy a new oven. I brought the first one home but she couldn’t
read the control panel. She has macular
degeneration. Off I went to buy a
second microwave which, to me, looked much more legible. Although this one was a little better, she
still couldn’t read it without a lot of effort.
In the meantime, my brother had discovered that she had put a cup with
gold trim in it which caused the flames.
So now she wanted her old microwave back. Fortunately we had not disposed of it.
But
on the weekend, at a flea market, I found one that was very legible, even
better than her old one. Nice big black
letters on a white background. The
vendor wanted $20.00, I offered $15.00 and he accepted.
Now
we have two ovens to return to the store, an old one to keep because it still
works, and a new to her oven that all she has to do is press the start button. It couldn’t get any easier.
