My darling sister, Tardibear, has managed to lock the door to her own room from inside out, while being on the latter side. We're currently trying to pry it open with a (mangled) screwdriver of my own design. So, it's time for our second Microfiction! (in 300 words or less): 

You have been tasked with inventing a new piece of technology to solve a problem of any size in the world (e.g. hygiene, global warming, folding laundry, cleaning a room) and you catch the eye of an extremely wealthy buyer. How does the meeting go?