“You know what I like about this microwave?” I said.
“It gets things hot?” the Number One Son responded.
“When you put in a half-cup of coffee and hit the 30-second button, it stops with the handle pointed toward you.”
The microwave beeped three times. I pulled open the door and grabbed the cup. “See?”
The Number One Son shrugged.
“Our last one stopped with the handle pointed toward the back. You had to set it for 22 seconds to get it to stop with the handle pointing out.”
The Number One Son began laughing.
“Only you would take the trouble to figure out the exact number of seconds to get the handle pointed out. I mean, who does that?”
“Anybody interested in convenience and efficiency, that’s who.”
Am I right, or am I right?