Frying phone chargers…

I love technology…but sometimes technology doesn’t love me so much. When I was in college, normally I would have the bottom bunk. There were many reasons behind this great desire of mine to have that coveted bunk. Well, my sophomore year, I got to my room with a smile on my face. I went into my room and was immediately shocked that both bottom bunks had been taken. I tried to talk my new roommates into giving me the bottom bunk…I tried to reason with them…I tried to bribe them…but to my chagrin, they didn’t give up their bottom bunks. So I went with the top bunk.

One day, I was getting up on my bunk, and I realized I needed to charge my phone. So, I got back down off my bunk. I got my extension cord, plugged it in the wall, pulled it through the side between the bed and the wall. Then, I got back on my bunk and plugged in my charger.

All the sudden, I saw a flash of light and smelled a burning smell. I called for my roommates, got back down off my bunk , and unplugged the charger. The extension cord was completely black. I was freaking out. I needed a charger. So, instead of getting a ride to the store, I called my brother. I asked him in a serious tone, “I need a charger…is it ok if I use the one that just got a little burned?”

Lesson learned: Never use a burnt charger.