Surfing

The remote control was on its last legs. Or maybe it just needed new batteries. Again.
Either way it wasn't working properly any more. The button needed to be practically hammered to achieve the result that the lightest of touches once did.
He pressed and pressed, but nothing happened.
He glanced at the remote. The channel up button was worn out. Completely destroyed. It was the only one he used with any frequency.
That's it, he thought.
He threw the remote in the bin, put on his coat and shoes and left the house for the first time in three months.