You are watching TV when some sort of abysmal commercial comes on, and all you want to do is blast that commercial into oblivion. You search around for that magic device that controls the unruly television, and it is nowhere to be found.
The remote gods have decided to take your remote away from you. You search in-between the couch cushions, under the cat, behind the couch, and make sure you didn't somehow forget that you have it in your hand.
Nope. It has gone missing. The remote control gods give and take away.
In anguish (despite the fact that the awful commercial has been over since you checked under the cat), you go to the fridge in the hopes of finding solace in ice cream or something. And there, magically, is your remote, between the milk and the odd looking salsa in a jar.
There is only one reasonable explanation for such an occurrence- you have angered the remote gods. I suggest you remember to offer a ritualistic sacrifice like watching the news and pretending to care once a month or so.
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