A long few days at work can make one weary, and a great cure for that is to come home with your wife and child and make a nice cup of tea. Normally it's a good beer or a bourbon, but tea seemed more appropriate today. It was early winter, dark far too early in the day, so a cup of water in the microwave with a nice black tea seamed appropriate. Nothing fancy, just a need for a comforting hot beverage.
Ninety seconds seemed plenty to get a good steep going, but about a minute in, the microwave started making funny noises. Maybe it was the staple from the tea bag string, but on further inspection there were no sparks or smoke. It wouldn't be the first time sparks flew inside the microwave around here.
There were, however, sounds of exploding food stuffs or something coming from in there. Normally cups of water don't make explody sounds in the microwave, so something was afoot.
Opening the door on the microwave revealed something floating in the tea. Like a noodle, or a Cheerio or something. It looked like a little life preserver sitting on the tea bag washed up on a roiling sea of tea. Poor little lonely Spaghetti O had really been through hell. At least he wasn't alone, although several of his brethren had already perished and were buried at tea.
Turns out that Memaw must have made a nuclear holocaust with kiddo's lunch and formed an gallery-worthy Spaghetti O stalactite formation on the microwave ceiling. Loosened by the steam from the hot tea, they dropped ever so perfectly into the cup creating a wonderfully Italian Earl Grey.
Of course I drank it.
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