After I scrub my kitchen sink, I always throw my sponge into the microwave for thirty seconds to kill any germs.
Does that work?
Well, I read it on the internet, so . . .
Well, sometimes, I don’t always respond to the microwave’s first notification that my sponge is finished cooking. Especially if I am in the middle of fixing dinner at the same time.
So, one night, Younger wandered through the kitchen, checking the contents of the pots and pans. Then the oven. Then the microwave.
He took one look at the green, rectangular pad on the glass plate and declared, “I’m not eating that.” And swung the microwave door closed with an emphatic thud of determination.
Yeah, he’s a real riot.