DISASTER COMETH ... or not?

So. Keep in mind my brush with culinary disaster.

I'm sitting in my living room, happily not charting the Packers/Lions game, when I hear someone in the kitchen programming the microwave.

The cats are in the living room, keeping an eye on me to make sure I don't do anything crazy, like get up. I live alone. (With all my valuables in a safe. guarded by pythons.) The house is not haunted. The only burial ground on this spot would be for the junk piled up from the other lots. (Mine was built last, and apparently that's where they dump all the rocks and stuff from other yards. Thank you, Arbor Homes.)

Right. So I have to get up and investigate this, despite the fact that I have 2/3tg at Bingo.

What is it? Why, nothing, of course. Nothing, except a MALFUNCTIONING KEYPAD. BEEPING HAPPILY. I press reset. It insists. BEEPBEEP.

Sadly, I unplug the dying microwave. I guess I'd better help boost the economy.

But not tonight. It's cold outside, and by cold I mean cold preceded by a seven-letter word that means "very" in this context.

Maybe tomorrow. On the way home from work. How will I eat if I can't heat?

...

BUT WAIT! It's not dead yet!

I plug it back in. It beeps again. I push my finger randomly around on the keypad. Magically, it stops trying to beep.

I experiment.

Power: 100%
Time: 1:30

no complaints.

Power: 100%
Power: def
Power: 70%
Time: 1:40

no complaints.

Very interesting. So maybe I don't have to make the purchase yet.

Which is good. I calculated that I have about a 1.25-cu ft microwave. Costco doesn't really have one that size in white. (The refrigerator is white. So is this microwave.) Amazon's selection is eh.

we'll see. I'm holding out hope for this one, but if I come home and it's been beeping at my cats again, that'll be it.