Channel Changing Minion
Anyone who grew up in the 60s and 70s probably remembers a time when they were the human remote control. With much sighing and eye rolling, our parents sent us on the endless (to us) march to the TV to do their bidding.
Those of us that had a “rotor”—a device to aim the antenna on the roof—had to endure extra humiliation. The rotor box on top of the TV had a big wheel, and turning it would send a signal to a motor attached to the antenna on the roof. The idea was to aim the antenna towards the TV transmitter for a better signal. The parent would then bark instructions like a drill sergeant—“LEFT. RIGHT. LEFT”.
And my personal favourite, “while you’re up, get me a (insert beverage/snack here).”