Most days, my mental powers are nothing to write home about. I can't remember my children's names, I call green beans "corn," I forget the most important thing on the grocery list, and I leave my cell phone cord at the motel.
(Except when I called the motel, they said it wasn't there.)
And then some days I have a stroke of genius. Last night I went to Goodwill while the three 15-year-olds were at drivers ed class, and there I nosed through about a hundred cords of every sort until I found one whose plug fit my phone. Then I found a young man who had that Geek Look that Matt has. "If I plug this in and it's the wrong one for my phone, will it explode in my face?" I asked him.
"No," he said, and added, "Actually, if it fits, it'll work."
"Really?'
"Yeah."
I bought the cord, for 99 cents, and found an outlet. I plugged in the cord, plugged in the phone, and with a happy little bweeep the battery-charge icon started ticking away.
I was very happy.
Quote of the Day:
"Keep Eugene Weird"
--local t-shirt
As if we need T-shirts to remind us! Pauline
ReplyDeleteWe're waiting to hear about Emily's move. I'm sure this is quite an ordeal for you. My prayers are with you and Emily. Hope all is going well.
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