dblhelix
Well-Known Member
I generally ask for permission unless it’s the type of place where everyone is plugged in: Internet cafe, etc. On a recent route x-country, most charging pauses were uneventful with five exceptions:
- an elderly woman expressed her fear of the blinking battery and questioned if it could be a bomb. I’d gone to the restroom when she happened on the Bosch battery pack. Mitigating factor: near Shanksville PA (Flight 93) at the time, and we have a strong “see something, say something” culture in the NE. (PA)
- at an Internet cafe with a small elevated (6”) stage for performing arts, I needed to use the outlet to the right of the platform. Once again, while I was in the restroom, a barista type scooped up the charger/battery and put it away. “Is that big gray box yours? I thought it belonged to the band that was here last night.” (MD)
Stuff happens when you go to the restroom but read on ....
- Santa Cruz Starbucks. I was at a table, charging. Across from me, a homeless man with multiple bags packed with stuff like prescription bottles, items from local trash and so on. He was charging multiple I devices like phone, power pack for small devices, etc. He was muttering under his breath and staring at me the entire time. Finally he yelled out: “Greedy M’f***ers who won’t charge their sh*t at home.” (CA)
- Mountain West, sparsely populated. Stopped at a small town grocery-style store and asked if I could use an outlet. The manager walked with me around the store but all outlets were in use for promotional material, coolers and so on. “I know,” she said, and plugged me in on a cord that was at the feet of the store cashier. The green light started flashing. Twenty minutes later, I was asked “Are you done?” (UT)
- I stopped in a DQ in Iowa. Alas, no outlets that I could find. I asked a young man behind the counter if I’d missed an outlet. He left his station and walked to a very large freezer chest crammed with DQ ice cream products. He started pushing. “Wait a second,” I said, “No need. That looks heavy.” “Uuuuuugh, no problem, uuuuugh,” as he kept pushing. Lo and behold, one receptacle was free. Later, I asked him if he needed help putting the freezer back in place. “No, but thank you for asking,” he responded. I don ‘t know what I did to deserve him. (IA)
- an elderly woman expressed her fear of the blinking battery and questioned if it could be a bomb. I’d gone to the restroom when she happened on the Bosch battery pack. Mitigating factor: near Shanksville PA (Flight 93) at the time, and we have a strong “see something, say something” culture in the NE. (PA)
- at an Internet cafe with a small elevated (6”) stage for performing arts, I needed to use the outlet to the right of the platform. Once again, while I was in the restroom, a barista type scooped up the charger/battery and put it away. “Is that big gray box yours? I thought it belonged to the band that was here last night.” (MD)
Stuff happens when you go to the restroom but read on ....
- Santa Cruz Starbucks. I was at a table, charging. Across from me, a homeless man with multiple bags packed with stuff like prescription bottles, items from local trash and so on. He was charging multiple I devices like phone, power pack for small devices, etc. He was muttering under his breath and staring at me the entire time. Finally he yelled out: “Greedy M’f***ers who won’t charge their sh*t at home.” (CA)
- Mountain West, sparsely populated. Stopped at a small town grocery-style store and asked if I could use an outlet. The manager walked with me around the store but all outlets were in use for promotional material, coolers and so on. “I know,” she said, and plugged me in on a cord that was at the feet of the store cashier. The green light started flashing. Twenty minutes later, I was asked “Are you done?” (UT)
- I stopped in a DQ in Iowa. Alas, no outlets that I could find. I asked a young man behind the counter if I’d missed an outlet. He left his station and walked to a very large freezer chest crammed with DQ ice cream products. He started pushing. “Wait a second,” I said, “No need. That looks heavy.” “Uuuuuugh, no problem, uuuuugh,” as he kept pushing. Lo and behold, one receptacle was free. Later, I asked him if he needed help putting the freezer back in place. “No, but thank you for asking,” he responded. I don ‘t know what I did to deserve him. (IA)