Forgive me, I'm on a rare third beer.
Mr. RR Briefcase looked again at the clock. 4:38 pm. So excited, he finally scored a big date with Emma Hott, Public Relations Director for Luchatmea Industries, and he was escorting her to the big City Leader dinner that very evening! At the appropriate time, he dashed to his Cybertruck, plugged in his iPhone Air, called up her apartment address, and started driving. Oh no, his phone was about to die, so he slapped on his Air-exclusive battery, and got to her apartment on time, Whew!
They arrived at the dinner, such a happening Social Hour, look at all these Important People, let's mingle! And his Air rang, he was So Proud to pull out that ultra-thin, polished-titanium device out of his pocket, when he realized the battery pack was still attached!! OMG! He tried valiantly to slap away the battery, trying to hide his efforts with his tailored suitcoat, and finally felt it fall away; YES!
He desperately grabbed the strategically-placed $20 Apple Polishing Cloth™ from his upper breast pocket, to shine up the titanium edges of his cutting-edge iPhone Air before he raised it to his ear, in front of all the Wonderful People. He pulled out a sadly wadded-up cocktail napkin, scrawled with a number he copied off of some wall, some where.
Somewhere, in the distance, a dog barked.
He drove Emma home, a very quiet drive. She curtly said thank you and sprinted towards her apartment. RR (which stands for Ratt Race) pulled out his smudgy Air, it was dead. While traveling home, he realized the battery pack had hung up on his sock; he grabbed it and stuck it onto his Air, and at a stoplight was able to call up his, ah, favorite "fine art" website. He got home.
He wept.