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What he really needs is his brain charged.

I get it. When my cell phone's battery life dips down anywhere below 30 percent, I start getting extremely panicky. I'm not always "my best me" in those anxiety-ridden moments, and I've done some things I'm not proud of. I'll spare you all the details, but I'll admit that, in my search for available power outlets, I have been pulled from beneath diner booths by a belligerent waiter or two. (Apparently you can't use sockets in other people's booths even if they're leaving them totally unused and wasted.)

Sources: garruba1 | Ars Technica