My life is predicated on having enough bytes and batteries. Since 1991, life has taken on a new meaning. When I brought in my first computer, all my modern day frustrations began in earnest. Programs, printers, Internet etc. and of course there were the hand-held devices, the calculators and appointment books and then the cell phones.
I have like everyone else in this world a digital camera.
The camera needs batteries, and after all the devices in my house that need AA
batteries, I decided to purchase a charger to recharge all the batteries.
Recently I went to an affair and took the camera and extra batteries that were
recharged with me so I could record the event.
The other night, I took the recharged batteries I had and
put them in my pocket, figuring I would put them in my office studio when I
went back up there. I was watching Jeopardy, and it was a pretty tough show,
the questions were tougher than usual and required my thinking. This is
something I try to avoid if possible since I’m married to TLW (The Little Woman) who likes to do
that for me.
As the show goes along and I sit in my recliner, trying to
answer the questions, I start to feel something in my pocket! It feels like it
is sticking me at first. I think maybe my car keys are digging into my thigh
and so I shift about a bit. The pain a little more intense comes on again and I
shift some more. Then things start to feel a little warm and wonder what is
going on. Suddenly I am feeling a burning sensation and rise out of my seat and
stick my hand next to the pain, then in my pocket. Looking at TLW who is
looking at me like I am nuts, I tell her I’m on fire! Reaching into my pants,
the batteries were sitting next to each other and burning my leg! How the hell
does that happen?
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