Because my cellphone is both old and used as my alarm clock, I drain the battery pretty damned quick. I keep a cellphone charger in my coat pocket with me all the time, so I can revive it in a pinch.
It snowed like an asshole yesterday. Since both Danielle and I got stuck several times in the driveway, I started shovelling and snowblowing. I got about halfway done before the downstairs tenant got home and took over what is actually his job, seeming more annoyed than thankful that I helped.
My phone was pretty much dead this morning, so I went to grab the trusty charger, plugged it in and…nothing.
WTF, mate?
After a bit of inspection, I noticed a tiny bit of water by the connector. You fucking snow, if I ever catch you with my sister again!
I did a bit of tinkering and then figured I’d go for broke, and cracked the charger open. There wasn’t much water inside, and the bulk of it was on the case. I didn’t see or smell any of the mysterious blue smoke that makes electronics work, so it had to be something else. I eventually located the main issue to be a bit of water underneath the tape on the step-down transformer.
I shoved a little corner of paper in and shook it around to absorb the water, pieced the charger back together.
Voilà ! Charger!