And again someone asks that question. The question of questions that keeps occupying half the world every day of the week: “Who has a charger?”
At home, at work, at school, probably also in the gym, there is no escaping it. There is always a child, a woman or a man wandering through a room, a space, or past desks, who sooner or later looks at you hopefully and asks you the question.
If we were to peat in the Netherlands, in the entire first world, then ‘charger’, or in translation charger (English), shipping agent (Spanish) and chongdian qì (Chinese), sometimes being the most commonly used word.
Not nitrogen, climate, poverty, hunger, football. Charger.
The question no longer needs to be asked of me. The last time I deliberately didn’t have it with me, but my standard answer is also just ‘no’. I’m not gonna do it again. You can always go back to it yourself. Certainly at home.
The penultimate time was the last straw. That colleague couldn’t help it, because we kept missing each other, but I only got the charger that was lent out on Monday back at a pizza session on Thursday evening and only because I threatened: “Now turn that thing on here, otherwise I’ll flatten your tires.” .”
“I wouldn’t, I still have to get pizza.”
“After getting pizza.”
It’s very simple folks. Everyone has a smartphone. You have it with you every day. That smartphone comes with a charger. You also have it with you every day.