Earl and Betty were trapped indoors on a rainy Saturday, locked in a fierce, uncompromising battle over the TV remote. Earl was desperate for a Western movie marathon, while Betty was dying to watch a cooking show.
“We’ll settle this like civilized adults,” Earl announced, pulling a quarter from his pocket. “Heads, I win. Tails, you lose.”
Betty narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “That doesn’t sound mathematically fair.”
“Neither does your meatloaf, dear, but here we are,” Earl smirked.
He flipped the coin, it landed on tails, and Earl triumphantly grabbed the remote. He pointed it at the television and aggressively mashed the power button—but absolutely nothing happened.
Frustrated, he popped open the back compartment of the controller and froze. “Betty… where on earth are the batteries?”
Betty took a slow, calm sip of her tea and smiled sweetly:
“Oh, those? I sold them to the neighbor for five dollars. Easiest money I’ve ever made to buy myself a nice, quiet afternoon.”
