Mere Raises A Baby

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A game of lost remote chicken

on July 15, 2013

D and I have been playing a little game lately. It’s kind of like Fight Club – We haven’t talked about it (which is obviously rule #1) but we both know what’s going on. The game? Lost remote chicken. The remote control to our bedroom TV is missing and has been for several days now. Usually, anything that is lost turns up in the bed or somewhere near the recliner but nope, not this time. I have no idea where it is. And that’s kind of the point: I’m not looking for it. It’s probably on the floor or under the bed or, even worse, lost in the chasm between the bed and the wall, but I don’t feel like going to look for it. Because the moment I start to I’m going to have to search until I find it, and what if I don’t want to do that? Yeah. Not interested.

That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard, you say? Well how’s this: D knows it’s missing too. D has had to get up to adjust the volume several times. But D’s not looking for it either. Why not? See above.

And so until one of us decides to be the bigger person (or the sucker) and go on a wild remote chase, we will silently stare each other down, pretend we don’t notice the remote is missing, get up to turn the TV on/off/adjust the volume, and get on with our lives. Because we’re ridiculous, that’s why.



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