Everyone needs a Plan B in this economy. What will you do if you have to find something new?
Well, I’m all set with mine, and I’m calling dibs on it right here.
I’m filling a backpack with power strips, going to the airport, and renting them. Five dollars per hour per outlet, cash only, one hour minimum.
I’ve even got a name. I’ll be The Power Stripper.
And I’ll franchise around the world.
Yup. I’ll give you a moment to recover from the genius of it all. I know you need it.
Although, as the Chicago Tribune points out, the concept of zapping massive amounts of energy through the air – and, therefore, through you – is, when you think about it, exponentially scarier than cell phones frying your brain and all those fears.
So I think my Plan B is safe for now. Thank goodness.