Energizer 3V Coin Cell Watch Batteries - 6 Pack

Dateline: A Kitchen Counter, Strewn with Dead Electronics, 4:14 AM. It begins as a quiet failure. A key fob that requires three frantic presses to do the job of one. A digital thermometer that flashes a weak, pathetic final number before its screen goes black forever. A tiny, essential remote that simply gives up the ghost. The tiny, silver hearts of our modern conveniences have failed. The diagnosis is terminal. The only cure is a fresh CR2032 battery. You turn to a trusted name. A brand that promises to keep going and going. You turn to Energizer. And you acquire a six-pack of their lithium coin cells, thinking the hard part is over. You are a naive fool. The real battle is about to begin. The packaging is a masterpiece of paranoid, impenetrable security. It is a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down by some unhinged safety engineer in a remote Midwestern laboratory. Each tiny, silver disc of power is entombed in its own plastic sarcophagus, which is then backed by a layer of cardboard and then, for good measure, sealed in another, even tougher layer of transparent plastic. Getting one out is not a simple task. It is a heist. You come at it with your bare hands, a foolish, optimistic gesture. You are repelled. You escalate to a house key, trying to pry it open. A laughable failure. Finally, you resort to what is truly necessary: a sharp pair of scissors or, God help you, a utility knife. You snip and you tear and you curse, waging a brutal, savage war on the plastic tomb. Finally, after a flurry of angry, potentially self-injurious activity, the prize is released. A single, gleaming CR2032 coin, free at last. And here, after the blood and the sweat, comes the reward. The quiet, profound satisfaction of the cure. You slide the tiny battery into the key fob, you snap the cover back on, and the little red light blinks with a renewed, vigorous life. You pop one into the thermometer, and the screen jumps back from the void, ready to report the grim news of your next fever. You have performed a miracle of modern medicine. You have snatched your tiny gadgets back from the brink of death. Yes, you pay a premium for the Energizer name. But what you are buying is time. You know, with a deep and abiding certainty, that this little silver dollar of life will keep ticking for years. It's a fire-and-forget solution. You endure the five-minute battle with the packaging, and in exchange, you get years of flawless, worry-free performance. It’s a strange, frustrating, but ultimately worthwhile bargain. The price of admission is high, and the front door is a nightmare, but the show inside is worth it.