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Several weeks ago, I had to replace the charger on the scooter; it was failing and the batteries weren’t getting charged. Yesterday, I called Barry the Scooter Maven and said “Barry, I’m a little concerned. The scooter isn’t holding a charge the way I’m used to.” What I meant was that I know how long I can go on one charge; the batteries last X hours, or X miles, but I simply know that I can make two trips to this neighborhood and scoot down to that location without a problem and that wasn’t happening. Even starting out the day it seemed like the scooter wasn’t very powerful.

So Barry came yesterday, tested the batteries (which are not that old) and said yeah, they’re not holding a charge and need replacing. And he replaced ‘em at his cost and we charged the scooter last night and I went out today. And got stranded. The scooter died completely and I was without power and a way to get home.

Of course I also had left the #%$^*@#$*^( cell phone home. But it wouldn’t help all that much unless Barry was home. He wasn’t, as I learned when I got home 45 or so minutes later (by cab; someone called them on their cell phone for me).

My iPod, which was an older one and reconditioned or whatever you call it, has not been holding a charge lately. I got a bunch of new CDs and a few from the library (shhh) and can manage of late to hear one of the new CDs before the iPod goes completely kaput and I have to recharge it.Unless the iPod has something against Tim McGraw.

A few days ago, I looked at my watch and it said like 12:30 and I knew, I just knew it couldn’t be and it wasn’t, it was 2:30 or something. I might have caught the knob on a thread or something simple, but today it said 2:55 when I was actually 3:10.

Maybe I swallowed a really big magnet. That’s my theory.

However, that doesn’t explain how when I went over to the drug store to get my month’s worth of Oxycontin, there was a problem because my doctor had written the wrong year on the prescription. That can only be explained by this Giant black CLOUD that’s following me around, right?

I probably should be backing away from this computer right about now, shouldn’t I?

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2008-02-28 6:11 PM Mad, bad and magnetic to know Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (3) Share on Facebook	Several weeks ago, I had to replace the charger on the scooter; it was failing and the batteries weren’t getting charged. Yesterday, I called Barry the Scooter Maven and said “Barry, I’m a little concerned. The scooter isn’t holding a charge the way I’m used to.” What I meant was that I know how long I can go on one charge; the batteries last X hours, or X miles, but I simply know that I can make two trips to this neighborhood and scoot down to that location without a problem and that wasn’t happening. Even starting out the day it seemed like the scooter wasn’t very powerful. So Barry came yesterday, tested the batteries (which are not that old) and said yeah, they’re not holding a charge and need replacing. And he replaced ‘em at his cost and we charged the scooter last night and I went out today. And got stranded. The scooter died completely and I was without power and a way to get home. Of course I also had left the #%$^@#$^( cell phone home. But it wouldn’t help all that much unless Barry was home. He wasn’t, as I learned when I got home 45 or so minutes later (by cab; someone called them on their cell phone for me). My iPod, which was an older one and reconditioned or whatever you call it, has not been holding a charge lately. I got a bunch of new CDs and a few from the library (shhh) and can manage of late to hear one of the new CDs before the iPod goes completely kaput and I have to recharge it.Unless the iPod has something against Tim McGraw. A few days ago, I looked at my watch and it said like 12:30 and I knew, I just knew it couldn’t be and it wasn’t, it was 2:30 or something. I might have caught the knob on a thread or something simple, but today it said 2:55 when I was actually 3:10. Maybe I swallowed a really big magnet. That’s my theory. However, that doesn’t explain how when I went over to the drug store to get my month’s worth of Oxycontin, there was a problem because my doctor had written the wrong year on the prescription. That can only be explained by this Giant black CLOUD that’s following me around, right? I probably should be backing away from this computer right about now, shouldn’t I? Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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