One year at Day Job North, when the folks who lived at Day Job North still drank, one of them had a steak. Every morning this person would get up, throw the steak in the microwave, set it for "incinerate" and leave. And every morning the microwave would partially cook the steak, then blow the fuse, and the steak would sit there, thinking about rotting, until someone found it and put it back in the refrigerator. After about a week the steak was looking kind of grey, if not green, but we were secure in the knowledge that life would continue as it always had and that the steak would never be cooked, much less eaten. However, there are just some days when the rules of nature are different, and one day the fuse didn't blow, the drunk didn't just forget about it and the steak got eaten. Fortunately, this story doesn't have the ending all of us expected, but that steak, and its bacteria, live on in all of our memories.