At the local hardware store, this mountain of a guy unlocks the cage full of spray paint, and waits patiently while I fiddle with my phone to figure out what kind Katie wants me to buy.
Which is, of course, the moment when my phone dies.
He casually waves off my apologies, but his face lights up when he sees me, after a few moments of digging in my bag, pull out a battery and plug my phone into it.
"Oh man, I got a huge one of those that charges my phone like three times!" he says enthusiastically, as I nod.
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