M for Microwave (our first one!)

by Mama Baer

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Once, in mid-1970
(on the day before Mother's Day),
Dad asked me to drive and pick up
Mom's gift. It was on layaway.

"But wait! Here's the thing," Dad whispered,
"I don't want Mom to know. So, just
take it to Grandma's 'til morning.
To surprise your mom is a must!"

"No problem, Dad," I whispered back.
"I got this!" and hopped in our Bug.
Though I knew the box would be big,
it should fit, though ever so snug.

I was excited 'cuz the gift
Dad bought was something new, for sure.
That box WAS big; it barely fit
with little room to shut the door.

I carefully drove to Grandma's
only to find she wasn't home.
I waited a while, still nothing,
then decided t'ward home to roam

so I could ask Dad for Plan B.
I didn't want to spoil the fun.
To my dismay, Mom was outside!
She saw her gift riding shotgun!

Oh no! I ruined Dad's well-laid
plan. But here's the reas'ning I gave:
"Sorry, Dad, but it's hard to hide
a big box labeled, 'Microwave.'"
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...and that is how we got our very first microwave. It was huge compared to the sleek models available today, but oh, was it a wonder to us!

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