The lone casualty

There's one more chapter in the story of the Grating Blackout of 2007, and it began last night around dinnertime when I counted the bars on the cell phone, found them insufficient, and went looking for the charging device, which was not in its usual place.

This being the very same charger I'd used last night at the hotel, I retraced my unpacking steps, but found nothing. In desperation, I called the hotel. "Yes, housekeeping has turned one in," said the desk clerk, and I offered a description. No match. Oh, well.

"You'd be surprised how often this happens," said the clerk. "We have a whole boxful of chargers; bring your phone up and let's see if we can find one that works."

He wasn't kidding. There were literally dozens of phone chargers in the box, each sealed in a tiny Ziploc bag. I spotted one that looked like it might work, he found an outlet behind the counter, and "We have a winner."

To the lovely lady behind me at the counter: Yes, I am always this dorky.

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