Today, I have confirmation.
Hungry, I put a frozen cordon bleu on one of my plates and put it in the microwave for the standard three minutes while I started my daily pitcher of frappuccino. Just as I was filling the blender of milk with ice, the "I'm done!" beep went off, and I told the microwave to hold on just a moment, knowing that in about fifteen seconds I would hear an impatient, "Hey! Idiot! I'm done, remember? Get your arse over here and open me up!" reminder beep--always annoying. Just as I was closing the freezer door...
With trepidation, I opened the microwave door. Supporting my still-whole cordon bleu, half my pretty red plate was shattered.
Behold, the aftermath:
Don't be fooled by the large shards... there are many tiny splinters to clean up, too.
Why do I get out of bed?