You drop the TV remote on the floor and the fun only starts. Not most of the time —every time — the batteries fall out. You’re not even finished cursing when at least one of those batteries starts rolling under the couch. You curse again as you see the little bastard disappear from view.
You get down on your knees and you can’t find the thing. Or you can see it, way back there, probably just out of reach. You feel the blood pouring into your head as you reach all the way, reach even further, …Jesus, your arm might get stuck. And finally...nothing. You curse again because you can’t reach the renegade battery and the thing is practically staring back at you with a smirk. You take a breath. You didn’t get the battery but on one level you’re