Essential Mansplaining Charging cable edition

Okay world, RantWoman has sleep issues. RantWoman also has pills meant to help about the sleep issues. RantWoman has not been able to bring herself to try the pills--yet. One reason last night: sleep disruption due to obsessive search for the cable Rantwoman uses to charge her phone. Said cable seems to have just gone poof and vanished.

RantWoman was just climbing the walls. RantWoman had been joyously  anticipating an exciting day ahead of her devoted to alternating doses of opportunity to see far off faces RantWoman is fond of and moments of Faith Community reminding one why one needs a faith community  RantWoman is definitely declaring a day of rest free of privacy policies and user agreements though FWIW not free of meeting process nerdery and geekoutery.

RantWoman borrowed a substitute cable from the computer lab and when it did not do what was needed overnight RantWoman went on a phone rampage. RantWoman definitely hoped that an average retail clerk could answer RantWoman's question: "do you have X in stock?" It would be even better in a timely way so RantWoman could get new cable in time to charge her phone before it was needed for the day's planned mixture of Faith Community and Zoom.

RantWoman called the two closest pharmacies.

Look Ma, NO Digest

Pharmacy 1 said no. They were wrong. They did have a shit ton of car charger cables but they it turned out also had exactly what RantWoman needed. See below.

Pharmacy 2 said yes, but they are a little further away and RantWoman is lazy.

Out RantWoman went with mask etc to Pharmacy 1. Lucky guess, but of course RantWoman needed to find a human to unlock the display racks. That would be fine, expected. Endless mansplaining about whether what RantWoman WANTED TO BUY would meet her needs was NOT fine.

Give us our daily dose of morning mansplaining!

And yes, Ambassador Thwack did JUST fine. Ambassador Thwack the badly behaved white cane was so busy on duty keeping RantWoman from plowing into things while her glasses were steamy because of the mask. Score one, though, for meltdown prevention.

Speaking of nuclear meltdown, even if we were not exactly, RantWoman has multiple devices that read her the date and this date always makes rantWoman think of Chernobyl.