Some people spend their entire life searching for power. I usually find myself looking for it only in airports. I’m looking for the kind of power to feed my gadgets.
With an upcoming 14-hour flight and only three hours of battery life in my iPod, you better believe I’m a power miser.
Will I need my iPod to help me pass the time, to drown out a crying baby, or to share some music with a cute girl sitting next to me? Who knows?
So when I enter an airport, I find myself sweeping the room in an attempt to find an available outlet near an available seat. No seat? The floor will do just fine.
My gadgets have reduced me to someone who sits on the floor — and that’s no place for someone to be who is in a position of power.