I got up this morning to make breakfast, you know, warm up some sausage biscuits in the microwave, and the darn thing just quit working on me. I just decided to take the biscuits to Grandma’s house and fix them there. When I got there, I was telling her about my microwave going out and learned something I didn’t know about her. She had one of the first microwave repair shops around here back when microwave ovens first came out and cost a fortune.
She told me about an older man that brought his microwave oven in and asked “Where’s the man that works on microwave ovens?” She told him that he was looking a her. He gave her a funny look and said “You can’t fix a microwave oven.” She asked him to leave it with her and IF she couldn’t fix it, he didn’t owe her a dime and she would give it back to him just like he brought it to her BUT, if she fixed it, he had to tell all his buddies about how she had fixed it for him. He said it was a deal and left. All that was wrong with it was a fuse had burnt out and she called him back in 15 minutes to pick up his microwave. “Couldn’t fix it, huh?” he asked. When he got there, she put a cup of water in it and it heated it right up so she charged him $10 and sent him on his way. He called her about a half hour later and said that the microwave worked better than it did when he bought it. He said it even popped popcorn now and never did before. Imagine that!!! He promised to tell everyone he knew about her and did send her many people to her to fix theirs too.