Electrofailure

So when I switched states last week, I forgot my Zune charger and my phone charger. Not only does this failure add to the accumulating incriminating evidence of my idiocy, it also leaves me feeling really unprotected.

In the past, when I woke up every morning, I would make sure my Zune was in my side jacket pocket and my phone was in my back pants pocket. That way I would never be stranded. I could never be bored.

Now I am both.

Yesterday I went adventuring through uptown, and while I still brought my two favorite items, they were entirely useless. When you aren’t wearing headphones, it is distinctly more difficult to pretend that you didn’t hear the middle-aged sketcher ask for your number. When you can’t access your music collection, it is confoundingly frustrating to accidentally wander into a coffee shop with poor taste in music. Could I get a to-go cup after all? And frankly, it’s almost depressing to shop for music, knowing that it will be literally days before I can put the discs in my digital collection.

The phone is another issue. I am cut off entirely. I do not know if anybody wants to talk to me, but in my imagination I am wildly popular when my phone is dead. I’ve probably missed a hundred calls, and each of those individual callers probably hates me for failing to call them back. Now instead of being just an insensitive, over-assertive ass, I’m an elitist, insensitive, over-assertive ass.

This is just Perfect, to draw references to my previous posts.