My mother-in-law phoned yesterday after I got home. I always answer these calls cheerfully and also with trepidation. It really doesn't matter how I answer the call though, because she without fail says "Were you sleeping?"
I will admit I am a sleepy girl sometimes but this is a thirty years long thing. I know it's going to be one of those "You're gonna miss this" things eventually but it still makes me sigh and eyeroll.
The day's issue is that their television/satellite remote isn't working. Well, both of them. Both of them aren't working.
"What's "not working"?" I ask.
"It won't change channels or do anything"
Because I've learned to ask the stupid questions: "Did you, by chance, change the batteries?"
"Yes, in both but they don't work."
She continues: "If you order them, we'll pay for them."
The odds of BOTH remotes going bad is ...wait for it...remote. I mean, their remotes are newer than ours because we paid for their satellite installation and service a few years ago.
There's probably more to the story. My guess is that something is switched off, or the dog I hate chewed one, or something simple like that. Instead I say "Okay, I will look into it." because I'm choosing my battles nowadays.
I started to look up the issue on the interwebs then something happened to distract me. Go figure.
About an hour later, she phones again.
"You don't have to order a remote. I fixed it."
"Umm, how did you fix it?" I cringingly ask.
"I just sprayed some WD-40 on it."
"You did what, now?"
"I sprayed some WD-40 on it and now they both work."
So, I'll be ordering remotes today. Because you know what electronics enjoy? NOT SOLVENT.