Sparring the Memory Card

I was checking the deck around the media cabinet when I spotted an old gray PlayStation memory card propped crooked on a coaster. It had no business leaning slack like that. I marched right over, squared into my stance, and fired a rapid one-two jab against the hard plastic edge. The stubborn little block didn't slide—it wobbled and clipped my right knuckle. That lit my fuse! I dug my webbed feet into the floorboards, lunged forward with a fierce grunt, and delivered a solid hook that knocked it flat and flush against the console base. Now it sits down and shows some respect.