For the last three years, I’ve played this game. It’s the kind of game that evolves out of habit – it’s not even really a game. This particular game goes like this:
Dad makes coffee. Dad and I each pour ourselves a little cup to sip on. Over the course of the morning, each of our coffees grows cold.
Dad puts his coffee in the microwave and heats it up. We both forget about it. After a while, my coffee is cold, too, so I go in the kitchen. I open up the microwave to put it in and heat it up. There’s Dad’s now cold cup of coffee sitting in the microwave.
So I heat up Dad’s coffee again, and take it to him. Then I put my coffee in the microwave, and heat it up. We both forget about it. Pretty soon, Dad’s coffee gets cold. So he goes in the kitchen, opens up the microwave to put his coffee in and heat it up. There’s my cup of cold coffee sitting in the microwave.
So he heats up my coffee again and brings it to me…
Unfortunately, I no longer play this game – the microwave where I am living now beeps every two minutes after it’s been run, so it’s pretty much impossible to overlook a cup of coffee that’s been left inside.