I swapped my finicky phone cable with my wife’s good one.

Yep.

I did it.

She’s FAMOUS for stealing my chargers. She steals cables. She steals bricks. She loses them all. Leaves them plugged in at friends houses. Adopts my cables for her car constantly. Probably has a half dozen orphan bastard cables in her school classroom. I have no idea what this woman does with cables but she burns through them like you wouldn’t believe.

To make vague amends for the cable catastrophe she leaves in her wake she bought us 2 6+ foot cables so we’d both have our chargers by our bedside. Mine wore out first. It’d only charge at a certain angle. I was sick of it.

So I did the dastardly deed. I swapped them. I debated it for about a week. She’d be at work, I’d be working from home and struggling to get some juice. I knew it was there but my principles prevented me from giving in.

But I caved, swapped them. Zero chance you’re telling the difference looking at them. I felt sick doing it. Am I no better than a cable thief ive stewed over for years? Nay. This is divine retribution, and it’s absolutely electric.

My phone is charging on the electricity super highway at any angle. 100% every night. She thinks her cable just wore out for whatever reason, and she’s fiddling around to find the right angle.

She’s wrong. I’m the reason. I am the one who swaps.

I’m reclaiming the cable for the losses of the past.

I’ll order us two new ones. I’ll probably do it right now. Maybe I’ll order a bunch. a few freshies for every room, why not. And she won’t think anything of it.

But for now, the electrons belong to me.