Where This Meets That
For the last three weeks, our household of seven has braved life without a microwave while waiting for delivery of a replacement part.
The culprit was the wave guide director, that piece of shiny paper that looks like a sheet of foil mounted on the inside wall of your microwave. (No, it’s not foil; foil in the microwave is a bad thing.)
The fix couldn’t be easier; just slide the old one out and slide the new one into place. It’s cheap, too, costing only $11.20 (plus $8 shipping & handling) to replace.
Trouble is, our microwave is about 14 years old, and our wave guide director is now a special order part. Hence, our brief regression to the dark ages . . . like 1970’s dark!
We’re talking oven-heated-leftovers-dark!
It’s been like Saturday Night Fever for three whole weeks in the Falcone household, but today, I’m happy to announce that a shiny new wave guide director is in place, and this microwave is ready to zap something!
That’s right, it’s like disco is dead all over again. And thank God!