I tried so hard to be quiet for Steve. And the more I tried, the more I dropped and banged things. Well, it's now a habit to move slower. That is probably a good thing. So the microwave door remained opened out of habit, because the noise of closing it was too loud if Steve was sleeping.
Now, I walk in the kitchen and when I see the microwave door open, I slam it. I guess, because I can. Something tells me I'm going to have to replace this oven in the imminent future.