I shoved my hand in the box next to the computer.

I had so much pent-up rage, I didn’t know what I would do with myself if the connection wasn’t made.

I felt soft skin against my palm.

THWACK!

“I’m sorry.” I spoke into the microphone connected to the black box. “But you really deserved that one. Have a nice day.” I pressed end on the microphone.

The Internet Slap Box was the best thing anyone ever invented…