Push the button, Frank...

The other day, I was headed into the kitchen area at work. I waited patiently in line for the use of the microwave. The person in front finished what they were doing, collected their nuked foodstuffs and proceeded back to their desk in an orderly fashion.

And they left 4 seconds on the timer.

I know, I know... it's the simple push of a button and I can get on with me life. But part of me just wanted to scream at the laziness of people not to push a button. I never understand why you can't put things back the way you found them.

Then again, anyone who's seen my apartment knows I shouldn't be one to talk...