The Tale of the Mighty Power Banks

Ah, gather ’round, kids. Let me tell you the tragic—no, hilarious—story of the Power Banks.

Once, people lived free. They didn’t panic when their phones hit 10%. Then came the portables. Oh, the horror.

It all started when peoples—yes, peoples—decided they needed power everywhere. Walking, eating, even in the bathroom (don’t ask). But wall outlets? Too stationary. Too uncool. So, the geniuses invented banks. No, not the kind that steal your money—the kind that steal your sanity. Portable chargers.

At first, they were small. Cute, even. “Oh, look! My phone lasts two whole hours longer!” Then came the beasts—portables the size of bricks. People carried them like sacred relics. “Forgot my power bank? Might as well bury me now.”

And the names! “MegaUltra HyperCharge 9000!” Please. It’s a battery in a plastic case, not a spaceship. But did that stop peoples? No. They bought ten. Just in case.

Now? Humans are power junkies. They huddle around outlets like cavemen around fire. “Got a charger?” is the new “Hello.” Pathetic.