Yesterday evening Jeff called me from work to say that he had missed his train home. He had forgotten his cell phone at home, so he'd had to bike back to work in order to call me. My phone cut out during our conversation, complaining of a low battery, so I called him back on his own cell phone. (I thought I was being very clever.) I was puzzled by the drained battery, because the phone had been plugged in overnight and usually takes several days to drain.
After we got back home from my picking him up, I noticed that my phone was not charging, and neither was it even responding to being plugged in. I thought all kinds of expletive and resigned myself to buying a new phone.
I did not get around to purchasing a new phone today, which is a good thing because this evening I discovered the source of the whole trouble. The phone hadn't been charging because my darling husband had unplugged my charger without telling me.