Last night, a tragedy occured.  All because I wanted to bring some rice to work for lunch.  And then there was family weirdness/amazingness.

ME
Do we have any rice?

DAD
No.  No rice.  We have congee but not rice.

ME
Oh.  Okay.

DAD
Do you want some rice?  It's really fast to make.  Really.  I can make it.  You want it?

ME
No, it's okay.

DAD
It's fast.  I'll make it right now.  Just a little.

ME
Um, okay, fine.

DAD gets some rice, water etc.  Puts it into the rice cooker and turns it on.

DAD
Eh?  What's wrong?  It's not working

There's lots of plugging and unplugging of items.

ME
What do you mean, it's not working?  It's broken??

DAD
It's broken!

ME
No way.

DAD
I think it's broken.  Go ask Mommy if we have another one.

ME
(incredulous)
Uh…okay.

ME
I think the rice cooker is broken.

MOM
It's about time for it to be broken.

ME
How old is it?

MOM
Well, I didn't buy it, your grandparents probably brought it back from Hong Kong

ME
Wow, it's really old.

MOM
That's okay, we have another one in the hall closet.

ME
Dad, there's one in the closet.

Dad goes and gets the newer rice cooker (WTF? We have a "backup" rice cooker?).
Pours everything from the old cooker to the new one and turns it on.

DAD
(patting the ancient, now dead rice cooker)
Worth every penny.

**note that new "new" rice cooker is also really freakin' old.

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