After a succession of indifferent speaker systems, I connected my work box to a JBL Harmony, an all-in-one unit (AM/FM/CD/Aux) that in its day, which would have been the end of the last century, competed with the Bose Wave system. (It had a rather Boselike price, too.) I bought it in 1999. Thursday the battery in the remote finally died.
Impressed that I’d gotten eighteen years out of that little metal disc, I punched “2025 battery” into the grocery order form at Walmart Friday night. One result was returned: a two-pack by Rayovac (which, when I was a kid, was spelled “Ray-O-Vac”) for $4.73. I supposed the price was okay, or at least consistent with similarly constructed batteries I’ve purchased over the year. “But do I need two?” I asked myself. I mean, I don’t figure to be around for another eighteen years, let alone thirty-six, and I have nothing else that takes a 2025.
I picked up my order Saturday afternoon. There was one substitution among my 23 items: the batteries. Unable to provide the Rayovac two-pack, they gave me a single Energizer. For $1.74.
At least now I don’t have to worry about what happens after 2035.