Bramble Tamble

Lady at work came up to me about 5 minutes ago and posed a scenario that was so mindbogglingly dumb that I still can't wrap my mind around it:

"Have I ever told you about Sandals pre-heating the microwave?"

I stopped dead in my tracks, like I'd been shot.

"Three different people have confirmed this, including myself," she told me. "Sandals will turn the microwave on, let it run for a little while, stop it, put his tea in there and turn it back on."

"..............." I said.

"Do you have any suggestions as to how to broach this with him?"

"............... What?" I replied.

"Yeah," she told me. "Three different people. Including me. I've seen it with my own eyes."

"Huh," I said. "Well. I appreciate that you've come to me for a solution. I will do my best to give you some ideas on Monday. I'm just not in a position - not right now, not right after you telling me the most incredibly stupid shit I've ever heard - to put my mind to it."

"Please do," she said. "Cause it's not good for the microwave."