The Remote

You go out to the mailbox, still half asleep from working the graveyard shift of your dead end job. You look through the mail as you walk back to your small apartment. 'Bills, bills, junk mail, ads, bills, what's this?'. Every other piece of mail in your hand has John Doe on it. This one has the name of what must be the previous tenant on it. The envelope is a strange olive green and has a strange texture to it. There's no return address on it either. Normally, you would just throw the mail away. However, there's something...intriguing about this envelope. You quickly enter your apartment and tear open the strange envelope. Inside is a key and a locker number. You recognize the key as one of those that would fit the lockers at the local bus station.

Normally, you might be tempted to just forget you found the key. But last night was your last day of work for three days. Your life has been in something of a rut recently. As lame as it sounds, this key is the most exciting thing that's happened to you in awhile. Without letting yourself think about it, you head down to the bus station.

The station is pretty much empty, save for the clerk behind the ticket counter. Feeling somewhat guilty, you find the locker the key fits. You look both ways and, sure you're not being watched, you open the locker. Inside you find...

A universal remote.

How anti-climatic can you get. You're not sure what you were expecting. Stacks of cash. ****. Guns. Something. Instead, you find a TV remote. And not even a new one. This one looks like it's at least ten years old.

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