Earl had one absolute rule for 52 years of marriage: he controls the TV remote. No exceptions.
Until last night.
Martha walked into the living room and said, “I want to watch my show.”
Earl grunted, “Football’s on.”
Martha just smiled, reached into her purse, and pulled out a second remote. “You mean was on,” she said, switching the channel.
Earl glared and quickly clicked his remote back to the game.
Without missing a beat, Martha pulled out a third remote and flipped the channel right back.
“How many of those things do you have?!” Earl yelled, gripped by panic.
Martha calmly took a sip of her tea and replied, “Enough to control your TV, your blood pressure, and your afterlife.”
