Having to share a microwave with a plethora of other people is irksome for several reasons, chief among them the fact that the malodorousness of the last person’s cuisine to be heated lingers in the microwave, coalescing with the non-noxious aroma of your own superior food.
And then there’s the awkward and uncomfortable ordeal of having to wait for the person in front of you microwave his or her food, during which time your ability to make idle chit chat will be tested to its limits. After all, there’s so much TV to choose from nowadays that it’s unlikely the two of you will be able to find common ground on anything. And so, once the user in front of you has completed his or her time slot with the microwave, you’re next–just another contributor to its sluttery and overall disgustingness.