"Logan come here" my girlfriend calls for me. Her voice calm - eerily calm.
"Yes? Honey?" I asked carefully - unsure of what I was about to witness.
Her back was facing me, as she stood in front of the microwave. I stoop a couple feet away from her - watching as she sharply inhaled, before exhaling slowly. I could feel the waves of anger rolling off of her, she was visibly shaking -This cannot be good - "Whats the matter sweetheart?" I queried as gently as possible.
"Please, please tell me - you're not responsible for the microwave smelling like weed?" She asks, struggling to keep her voice levelled.
Stepping forward - I placed my hands onto her shoulders, rubbing small circles into her shoulder blades. An attempt to calm her steadily rising anger. The last thing I ever desired was to be on the receiving end of her wrath.
"I - I had no idea about this" I stated putting my hands out in front of my chest in surrender, staring down at my irate girlfriend. Her fiery gaze was locked onto my face searching for any traces of dishonesty - though there was none to be found. She huffed - spinning on her heels and speeding from the kitchen and around the corner. I looked back at the now ruined microwave scratching the back of my head as I pondered the lashing my girlfriend was brewing up for my stupid, stupid cousin.
A/n this is a fictional take on a true story my father told me about an old friend of his who dried his weed in a brand new microwave his significant other had bought only weeks prior. I have changed the relation of the characters as well as the names of the characters for privacy purposes.
Disclaimer
I do not encourage the use and/or abuse of drugs and/or other substances whether they are legal and/or illegal. I simply thought this was a funny story and decided to make it my own.
