Saturdays have a certain rhythm. You wake up, stretch out the week’s tension, and start the day with familiar routines—unless, like me, you’re chasing down a missing electric toothbrush charger. It begins with a casual optimism, convincing yourself it has to be in one of the unpacked boxes. Bathroom stuff, toiletries, even those taped-up mystery crates. By day five, though, desperation sets in. That little red flashing light on the brush becomes a countdown timer, mocking your lack of progress. I’ve peeled through boxes labeled crockery, books, and even something oddly tagged as eldritch summoning reagents. Nothing. Well, aside from a half-eaten bag of Percy Pigs. At least polishing those off gave me a sugar rush. Now the pressing question isn’t just about dental hygiene but what game I’ll be diving into this weekend while still hunting down my charger.
Source: rockpapershotgun.com
