“Hey . . . Microwave?” My name’s not Microwave. One of my responsibilities was the coffee. When clients visited, I prepared the coffee and brought it over on a tray. It was instant coffee. Anybody could have done it. I frequently saw people making coffee for themselves. But the task seemed somehow beyond them when we had visitors. They’d just stare dolefully in my direction. If I kept doing my work, I’d hear: “Hey . . . Coffee?” Nope. That’s not my name, either.
