And that is not very interesting.
It just died in the middle of the morning rush to prepare breakfast, more exactly, thawing frozen bacon.
It simply died, no fireworks, no sparks, not even a beep.
Besides the search for a new one, the interesting part from the microwave’s death is that it is the first purchase I made in Canada when I immigrated, 9 years and 6 months ago.
That Monday morning, after going to the bank to open a checking account; I was amazed that I was given immediately a debit card, and fifteen minutes later, I was at Canadian Tire, purchasing the Microwave oven.
Now that I remember, that oven that died today, was not my first purchase in Canada, It was the second one. Some time after I purchased that microwave oven in Canadian Tire, I went to Walmart, and found the same oven a little cheaper. I just thought that was it, but my friend who was helping me that day, said to me, buy it and we will return the other one. Simple.
To my amazement, I was returning the oven to Canadian Tire, without the need to give any reason a little over an hour after being bought.