Not the Remotest Clue

I admit that I'm not mechanical in the least bit.  That's one reason why owning a condominium is preferable to me over home ownership.  I'm just not handy.  I have no desire to put on a tool belt.  But, my lack of mechanical abilities really shown recently when the television remote control stopped working.  I replaced the batteries, making sure I had them in the correct positions, but the remote still didn't work.  Then, Larry changed the batteries and I still couldn't get the remote to work.   So, we decided that perhaps we needed to go out and buy a new universal remote control that can be used on most televisions.  The TV with the remote problems is older, so I figured that perhaps the remote was just wearing out.  Wouldn't you know, but the minute Larry touched the remote, inserted the batteries and tried it just one more time, it began to work properly again.  I haven't the remotest clue how that happened.

It Just Clicks

While talking with an out-of-state relative recently, I mentioned something about our TV clicker and found that the other person didn't have the vaguest idea of what I was talking about.  When we finally resolved that I was referring to the remote control, we both laughed and I chalked up my use of "clicker" as something unique to our household.  My faith in my use of the English language -- even with its regional slang -- was restored when attending a conference a week later.  The speaker had to stop his presentation mid-sentence in order to ask for, you guessed it, the "clicker" so that he could advance his PowerPoint presentation.  And, amazingly, everyone in the room knew what he meant!  So perhaps "clicker" is another one of those words unique to Wisconsin, like "bubbler" (for drinking fountain).  Whatever the case may be, referring to our remote control as a "clicker", well, it just clicks!