My cord for my laptop has some exposed wire but I’ve still been using it - just a few sparks - and being the son of an electrician it didn’t really bother me that much. But yesterday I had my infusion and of course brought my laptop to help the time go by. I was enjoying a DVD from a CD I just got Blue Note Perfect Takes where Rudy Van Gelder the recorder of many jazz albums during its’ golden age was interviewed. All was fine until Christina dropped a magazine on the power cord. Bam! Sparks, embers, burning rubber smell, all coming from my corner of the room. But since everyone in that room is almost half-dead anyway, there really was no commotion over it except for Christina’s.
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