I’d still be shaped like a pear on toothpicks
Yesterday I did not have the cable to download photos from my camera. Of all the cords, dongles, power adapters, archaic media, and old electronic devices around my apartment, I have but one of these particular USB cables.
I went to Radio Shack and they wanted $29.99 for a new one.
Mad, I left in a huff—mentally cursing the snippy salesperson for acting like I was nuts for not wanting to pay 30 dollars for a crappy, thick, un-pliable USB cable.
Then I took a picture of myself next to a piece of bread on the ground, played the New Super Mario Bros, and everything was okay.
Cable found later.