My portable charger apparently decided that storing electricity was no longer fulfilling and has begun its transition into an improvised incendiary device.
She’s swollen. She’s splitting at the seams.
So, being a responsible adult with a healthy respect for spontaneous combustion, I called the fire department’s non-emergency line to ask how to safely dispose of this forbidden HP.
They were ENTHUSIASTIC. 💣🚨🚒
Not only did they eagerly volunteer to come retrieve my spicy little liability, they casually admitted they’re probably going to play with it (in a controlled environment).
I called for hazardous waste disposal and accidentally arranged a playdate for the boys at the firehouse.
Anyway, she’s being transferred into professional custody, where her destructive potential will finally be appreciated.
Godspeed, you bloated little bastard.