French Microwave. I wrote once about God "breaking my microwave". Well, when my family was exploring our "new," and furnished, apartment . . . the microwave was in French. I thought this was interesting. Luckily it was simply a French label that was easily taken off to reveal the English--the OTHER national language of Canada.
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