Today I was puttering around in the break room making a lovely hot lunch for myself.
"What are you doing?" asked my new co-worker.
I was microwaving a plate of cheese, so I said: "Magic."
"Ok." Now imagine this being said in such a tone as to communicate that I am both completely cracker dog and a bit of a jerk.
"I'm making a toated cheese sandwich. I have to microwave the cheese and toast the bread seperately...."
"Or they catch on fire- or so I hear..."
'First impression, shmirst impression,' that's my motto.