These are *my* stupid random prompts, and I hate this one. I guess when I feel like the world is against me, I’m leading the charge.
No one puts the remotes (yes, plural) away where they belong in the container thingy I have on the end table beside the sofa. I am always picking one or more of them up from some other surface—sofa, chair, floor, a different table. I don’t understand why it’s so hard to just put them back. Sometimes, they are even on the same table as the container, but they still aren’t in the container. One time, one was actually missing. I found it in the kitchen. What the hell is that about?
There are so so many worse things in life to irk me, so this one is rather insignificant. And so is this post.
No need for a remote with these guys around. I’d prefer a hands-on experience.
p.s. — I don’t watch nearly as much television as I used to. I leave usually the missing remote problems to the other three people living in my house. So there.