I Could Just Turn Off the TV. So Why Am I Looking for the Remote?

I'm lying on the couch, watching TV.

I've had enough.

Time to turn it off.

I reach to the side for the remote.

...

Nothing.

I feel around the other side.

Then under the cushion.

Still nothing.

📺 I Could Just Get Up and Turn It Off

The TV is right there.

Just a few steps away.

...

But that sounds like a lot of work.

So I stay exactly where I am

and stretch my arm a little farther.

Nothing.

...

Eventually,

I get up.

Not to turn off the TV.

I get up to find the remote.

🔍 Seriously, Where Did It Go?

I lift the cushions.

Check under the couch.

Nothing.

...

Did I take it to the kitchen?

I look over there.

Nope.

But now something has changed.

I'm no longer checking the places where the remote should be.

I'm starting to wonder about all the places where it absolutely shouldn't be.

“No way it's over there... right?”

Another show starts playing on the TV.

...

I don't care.

I have a remote to find.

🎮 There It Is

I bend down and spot something in the corner under the couch.

I reach for it.

Found it.

I wipe off a little dust,

lie back down on the couch,

and look at the TV.

...

Oh, right.

I was looking for this so I could turn the TV off.

Click.

Much easier.