So I come home and switch on the TV and the set-top box. Normally, I don’t really care what’s on. I just like to have a bit of noise around the house. I sit down with my tea and idly gaze at the picture box. Apparently the politician who is running for executive chairperson of Hong Kong had multiple affairs and there is a rumour going around that he has a son from a hushed relationship. Blah blah. I’ve been hearing about this for months now. When will it end? His wife is being interviewed and she says that she never forced her man to come home but he does each time, and that, is true love. Yada yada. I reach for the remote control and change the channel. Except nothing happens. I press the button again. And again. And again. And I smack the controller a few times. And press again. All to no avail. With my brows furrowed together in annoyance, still forced to listen to the wife talk about how her cheating husband is a great man and will be a great leader, I heave myself up and walk over to the set top box. Hey….. what the. There are no buttons to change the channel!! How is that? On. Off. That’s it?
So I go back to whacking my controller and then something more intelligent, i.e. changing the batteries. Still nothing. So I whack some more. And I curse the controller. Yes, and you thought only crazy people in hospitals talked to objects. Apparently, so do I.
Then I smirk to myself because I just thought of an ingenious idea. I flip open my laptop and type in Google: What to do when your remote controller breaks. *cue Vin Diesel’s smirk from Fast and the Furious yeaaaaaa* and hit Search.
What?! Nothing???? ALMIGHTY GOOGLE HAS NO ANSWER FOR ME? Not even a Yahoo answer?
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So I guess I’m forever stuck with this gay gay channel. Noooo……..
Who would’ve thought, something as insignificant as a remote controller could ruin my day, and potentially, my quality of life!!
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