The lightbulb needs changing, I change it.
The dishwasher needs emptying, I empty it.
The telephone rings, I answer it. (Unless it's a bill collector.)
But when the tv remote batteries need changing, I stall. I push the buttons so hard my fingers hurt. I shake it. I bang it. I negotiate with it. I pop open the back and give the batteries a spin. And then eventually, a few days later, I change the batteries. (Unless Hubby gets sick of my nonsense first.)
I can't be the only one, right?
P.S. - It's now day 4 of weak batteries.