I have solved the mystery.
It wasn’t about a button that you could use to resolve a situation like this:
(I was cleaning up and I dropped the Lego drawer. I sent a picture of the destruction to a friend, who immediately responded with that zoomed in picture to show me that the legos laugh at my pain.)
Nor was it a lost soul calling out for us to push his refresh button.
It wasn’t even an oddly named facial scrub! (Though wouldn’t that be nice? “The Refresh Button, the Refreshing Addition to You Morning Routine.” Let’s make it.)
Nay, it was none of those things.
Would you like to know what it was?
It … It … It was …
Going to be a post about how I obsessively hit the “refresh” button when I’m waiting for a new email or a YouTube video, or something like that.
I know, I know, terribly anti-climactic to the mystery of the refresh button.
But … at least we have closure? 😀