My friend was excited. She and her husband had purchased a bed which allowed each of them to adjust his or her side of the bed independently to his or her comfort level.
Of course, with the bed came two additional remotes into the house. They knew the possibility existed for confusion but felt they could handle the remotes. After all, they had been empty nesters for some time and had learned to tune in television shows. They even occasionally were able to record a program to watch later– without calling one of their adult children.
They anxiously donned their jammies and settled in for a good night’s sleep.
“Well darn, my remote doesn’t work,” my friend said as she randomly pushed buttons on her remote. “Does yours?” she asked her husband.
“You tell me,” he answered, and with a somewhat revengeful smile on his face began to push the buttons on the remote in his hand.
Judy Carroll 