It was 8am on a Sunday and I was at the airport, searching frantically for a powerpoint.
The battery on my iPhone had descended into the dreaded red zone, and I really needed it to be in the green zone so that I could deal with some urgent work emails – and also have enough battery in case of an emergency on the plane.
But in this modern day and age, powerpoints have become a precious commodity – especially in airports, where every man and their toddler are toting all the electronic devices they own.
I finally found a powerpoint… that was wedged between one of those mechanical kiddie rides and a bin. The mechanical kiddie ride was (appropriately) shaped like an airplane. It was bolted to the ground. So was the bin.
There was not a whole lot of room between the two. But I did it anyway. I let my pride go, and I wedged myself in between that bin and that ride. Then I unplugged the ride, and plugged in my iPhone.
Oh, that sweet, sweet sound of when your phone connects to a power source. I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to deal with my work emails as I sat against the wall, with my head squished underneath the wing of the mechanical airplane.
Yeah, it was maybe one of the lower points of my life. But I’m not sorry.
I’m just not one of those nonchalant people that just shrug their shoulders when their phone dies, and tuck it back into their bags, patiently waiting until they’re home before plugging it into their charger.
I can become quite frantic once my phone begins to die – especially because it’s such an important part of my work day. In fact, I’ve developed rather intricate systems in place to make sure it doesn’t. A charger at home, and one at work. One in my handbag for emergency situations.