Raise your hand if you love sitting in your car for hours at a charging station, watching it slurp up electricity like it's a smoothie on a blazing summer day! No one? Just me? Alright then, let’s dive into something I've been pondering while pretending to enjoy the scenic view of the back of a strip mall.
If an EV charging station had a personality disorder, what type would it be? Personally, I think my local charger is a bit like a moody teenager - sometimes it’s welcoming and charges my car in a flash, “No big deal, Mom!” and other times it's passive-aggressively sitting there, connecting and disconnecting until I talk sweetly into the display, promising I’ll bring cookies next time.
But on a more serious side (I promise, I have one), is there a foolproof way to avoid this charger rebellion? I've tried offering compliments, silent huffs, and even threats of taking my business elsewhere - none of which seem to work consistently. Do they have a secret society where they communicate and conspire to keep us guessing? Or is there some troubleshooting step I've missed, buried in the manual next to the “how to reset your hopes and dreams” button?
Let’s swap stories and tactics. Maybe if we come together, we can form a support group. Or at least, we can enjoy some laughs at the collective expense of our energizing dilemmas.