That Friend

You know that friend that always shows up late to the party?
We found ours yesterday.
Last night there was a growling, thrumming noise in the kitchen around dinner time.  Ears perked, we went on a hunt.
It was the microwave.  The one that has to be replaced anyway because the face is coming off, but melted 2 cubes of butter in 20 seconds to the perfect cookie making consistency.
We unplugged the life line.
Sorry, old friend.