We’ve just made our way through security and are headed toward our gate when it hits me. “O no,” I say, “no, no.” Whispering to try to make it less true. “Noooooooooooooo.” My husband glances up at me, wondering what I’ve forgotten, and how badly it’s going to screw up our trip.
“The charger,” I say. “I forgot the charger.”
"Look!" he says, as he smiles and brings his rollybag to a why-do-you-worry-so-much stop in front of the airport electronics store. “No big deal.”
Except it’s not the phone charger I’ve forgotten. It’s the laptop charger. And we’re on our way to Juneau, Alaska—a small city at the bottom of a big bowl of mountains. Juneau is beautiful. It’s remote. And it’s refreshingly free of big-box chain stores. On any other day, I’d be smugly approving of that fact, patting myself on the back for shopping local. Today, with my laptop charger back at home in its socket? Not so much.
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Michelle Boyd. Writer, Scholar, Coach