Josh’s fingers rapped on the countertop in perfect rhythm with the song in his head as he watched the microwave count down.
“Come on. A minute can’t take this long. Warm up already.”
Never one known for his patience, Josh was elated when his parents got their first microwave, but his patience had grown shorter over the years.
3… 2… 1…
He opened the door before the buzzer could go off and reached for his cup of coffee. Grabbing his mug by its handle, he yanked it out. The coffee sloshed over the side and onto his hand.