After a hard day at work I really enjoy relaxing on the couch,
watching a good movie. Last week
my wife and I were watching a new movie called Bad Santa (whatever you do, don’t
watch this one with kids!) when my wife asked if I would like some popcorn. I
said, “Sure, but let me get it.” I got up and grabbed a box of microwave
popcorn out of the pantry, but I’m no cook, so I asked my wife how long do I
nuke this stuff?” She didn’t answer right away (because she was on her phone, which
you know…never happens) but then she said, “about 4 minutes.”
It was probably about 3 ½ minutes later that the fire started. I thought I smelled smoke, turned around and
flames were shooting out of the microwave. I jumped off the couch and scrambled
to shut that baby down (yelling expletives the whole
time). Not only was the popcorn obliterated but it
scorched the entire inside of the oven leaving a gooey residue that stunk so
bad I was forced to dis-assemble the microwave from the cabinet that very
evening and throw it outside into the yard. Guess I should have read the
instructions!
So this week guess what? I purchased a new microwave! It took me forever to find the right one
because it had to be a small “under-cabinet” style because we don’t have much
counter space in our tiny beach house. I found one that would work, but the
weird thing is the mounting holes were randomly positioned, which made figuring
out where to drill the holes in the cabinet really difficult. I measured
several times and finally drilled 4 holes. However, when I tried to mount the stupid
thing, I could only get 3 screws to go in. I fought with it for over an hour
and finally decided to drill a larger fourth hole and use a fender washer so that
the screw wouldn’t fall through the hole. The next day as I was taking out the
trash I heard something rumbling around inside the microwave box. It was the
operating manual and inside the manual was a paper template for positioning the
screw holes. Guess I should have read the instructions!
Maybe it’s a guy thing, but guys like me (you know us real men) don’t
like to read instructions because we’re supposed to figure things out on our
own, like MacGyver does, right? But then
you might ask, “So, how’s that working out for you?”, and you would be right,
it doesn’t always work out for me. Which got me thinking that there are always
going to be problems in life that pop up (like popcorn) and need fixing. But
where is the instruction manual for life? Where can I find the wisdom and direction
I need to solve problems and be happy? What book has all the answers? Last
night I figured it out as we were watching another movie. It was a really old Dino
De Laurentiis movie starring George C. Scott. It was pretty good. It was called,
“The Bible”.
All the misery and evil which men
suffer from vice,
crime, ambition, injustice, oppression, slavery and war,
proceed from their neglect of the wisdom contained in the Bible.
~ Noah Webster
No comments:
Post a Comment