A day in the life....

I am pressed and pushed on many times a day. Turn the tv on, change the channel, turn up the volume, record, buy a movie, turn down the volume, and then turn of the tv. Little kids hold me with their disgusting, germy hands, only to later pass me to someone else. Occasionally, I am not used for days at a time because I have been lost in the most obvious places, under the couch or in a drawer. Once I'm found, I'm useless and dead. My body is then pulled apart, new batteries are put inside of me, and I am put back together. Last week, I was involved in a fight. A little girl, angered by her brother, spotted me sitting nearby. I was thrown at an intense speed straight into the face of the boy. It was me that caused him to cry. All in all I would say I have a pretty exciting life, better than that of a lamp.