Picture this: it’s Sunday night and the kids are in bed. You finish some last minute work on your smartphone, when your partner tells you The Walking Dead is about to start.

You press, “send,” and turn your attention to your TV.

“Where’s the remote honey?” you ask as you approach the couch.

“I don’t know. Last time I saw the remote, it was on the coffee table.”

There are only 3 minutes until The Walking Dead is on, so both of you fumble around trying to find this cursed remote control.

Eighteen minutes later, after a disappointing start to your relaxing evening, you find your lost remote control hidden in the closet of all places.