Stupid remote

I pointed it at the cable box while I repeatedly pressed the buttons. All the while pushing myself off the couch and moving closer.

sigh

Dead batteries. That was about right. I had to dig through the drawer in the kitchen. C batteries. AAA batteries. Even a watch battery. Weird. No AA batteries to be found.

I slammed the drawer shut just as the phone rang.

Hello? I answered, trying to conceal my frustration.

Umblefumble? Is that you sweety? the elderly lady asked.

I frowned at the strange name as looked for my post-it notes to write my battery list on. Found it.

I think you have the wrong number ma’am.

An advertisement for a spanish phrase book across the top. Something I picked up from the library.

Oh no, she answered, You’re mother will be getting off the express train at 8:37. You need to be there to pick her up.

Look lady. I am not Umblefu-, I start but she breaks in,
she has two glass porcupines for you.

I hung up the phone.