so my mother's kitchen, it looks like she has two ovens stacked vertically (the range is off to the side). top one is a microwave tho. my mother likes to microwave her eggs for some reason. probably just to disgust me. but like i warned her as prophecy foretold one day she spilled an egg down the front of her microwave and down into the oven controls.

she was smart enough to cut the power immediately (her side of the family was farmers, my dad's side miners, so we're used to fixing everything ourselves. we just had to clean out the pcb and had no permanent shorting) but i feel your pain.

she still microwaves her eggs. like fuck how hard is it to grab the big kettle and the spider skimmer