Sometimes I’m at the doctor’s office, at the library, or even at the grocery store and see an unused power outlet. My phone is dying. I feel weird plugging in, but I feel even weirder asking for permission.
Sometimes I’m at the doctor’s office, at the library, or even at the grocery store and see an unused power outlet. My phone is dying. I feel weird plugging in, but I feel even weirder asking for permission.
Flashback to when my sister in law had an electric car and felt compelled to plug it in at my place everytime she visited.
Bold.
Naw, it was a Bolt.
~sorry. I’l leave now~