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Mar. 25th, 2024 08:27 amFound two books in a cart yesterday, titled Holidays and Customs and Eat, Pray, Love. Brought them to customer service, where they were declined, and then to my locker to bring home.
After explaining the situation to Mom, she offered to donate the latter book to Savers, having already read that before.
Speaking of donations, shortly before we arrived home, we stopped in front of someone's house who was discarding some kind of chandelier. Mom stopped and asked me to load that into the trunk, and we saw the owner arrive home right after I took care of that.
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Up in the apartment, my phone charger could barely fit into the port. I had to push it in tightly just to hear the charging sound, and even then, I would notice the battery icon no longer charging upon the slightest movement. At one point, the charging sound actually kept repeating.
Texted Mom, who asked to bring down the phone and cable when I come down to eat, while digging up a spare cable she had somewhere. That one actually turned out to have a different end, and after looking at a bag of other cables, she went online to look for a new charger.
Not much later, though, it occurred to her that the port might actually be dirty. She used a headlamp and toothpick to try to clean it out, and asked me to get her a sewing needle. Sure enough, she managed to get one bit after another of pocket lint out, and the charger fit cleanly afterwards.
After explaining the situation to Mom, she offered to donate the latter book to Savers, having already read that before.
Speaking of donations, shortly before we arrived home, we stopped in front of someone's house who was discarding some kind of chandelier. Mom stopped and asked me to load that into the trunk, and we saw the owner arrive home right after I took care of that.
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Up in the apartment, my phone charger could barely fit into the port. I had to push it in tightly just to hear the charging sound, and even then, I would notice the battery icon no longer charging upon the slightest movement. At one point, the charging sound actually kept repeating.
Texted Mom, who asked to bring down the phone and cable when I come down to eat, while digging up a spare cable she had somewhere. That one actually turned out to have a different end, and after looking at a bag of other cables, she went online to look for a new charger.
Not much later, though, it occurred to her that the port might actually be dirty. She used a headlamp and toothpick to try to clean it out, and asked me to get her a sewing needle. Sure enough, she managed to get one bit after another of pocket lint out, and the charger fit cleanly afterwards.