I had a girlfriend in University whose mother was afraid of the microwave. When they turned it on in the kitchen, she would sing "Microwave..." and everyone would be obliged to leave the room while the microwave was on (and presumably emitting dangerous radiation).
The funny thing is, they went to the room on the other side of the wall behind the microwave. She didn't see the irony in expecting less than an inch of gypsum and paper to protect her from something that the lead shielded front of the oven did not.
My other microwave-related tidbit is to suggest that you break that sucker open. There are a couple of ring-shaped rare-earth magnets in there that are super strong and subsequently excellent for tying on the end of a string to pick up nails from the ground or fishing some drill bit out from behind your work bench or something like that...
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