They both came from the same amazon store, as a combo deal, for the respectable cost of something along the lines of fifteen dollars. She wrapped them like Christmas presents (it’s July) in newspaper (the comics section), and gave to me on my unbeknownst-to-self-last-day-of-driving-with-this-problem a gift from the Kings of China. This mount and charger work hand in hand, and offer me guilt-free indulgence in morning music without draining my battery.
My life has become quite a sight better than it once was, as I slowly crawl towards being a member of our societal structure’s Proletariat Dinner Table. Until then, I shall continue typing senseless business formalities that in no way behoove me, and look forward, counting minute by minute, to the next moment when my beloved phone can be in its cradle, charging, and playing music to the delegation of the ultimate DJ, “Shuffle All.”