Ping, ping, ping.
There’s nothing quite like it—those rhythmic twirpings that say, “The food is microwaved.” Charlie having become quite proficient at making his own afterschool snacks thanks to this modern technological innovation (and the phenomenon of frozen food), it’s a sound heard often at out place around 3pm, every weekday.
Imagine the response to hearing 49 microwaves set to play Jingle Bells—-now that’s some holiday cheer.