Criminal Microwaving

My sister went psycho again today; go figure. All I did this time was–get this–I walked in the door, went straight for the salmon in the fridge, and put it in the microwave so I could eat it.  She came into the kitchen and said:

“WHY DO YOU HAVE STUFF IN THE MICROWAVE!?!?!?!?”

I said, “Because it is cold.”

She said, “I WAS USING THE MICROWAVE!!!!!!!!!!!”

I said, “That’s funny; there wasn’t anything in it when I put the fish in it.  In fact, I thought you were in your room at the time.”

“THAT IS NOT THE POINT!!!!!!!!!  I WAS USING IT!!!!!!!!!  YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK IN THE DOOR AND USE ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT!?!?!?!?”

*Very brief awkward silence.*

“Well, I assumed so…I mean, I live here….”

“NO!!!  YOU CAN’T!!!!  YOU HAVE TO ASK BEFORE YOU USE SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!”

“Well, considering you weren’t even in the room at the time, and Mom was the one who said, ‘Okay, I’m done with the microwave now, you can use it’, I didn’t think it essential to inquire as to your opinion.”

“YOU BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!”

She then proceeded to try and beat the crap out of me.  What a moron.