On the way back from BriForum, we ran into weather trouble in Atlanta that left us in an over-crowded airport, filled with a whole lot of miserable people (and whiney) kids. Knowing that we would be stuck for at least another hour, and already having drained my laptop on the previously delayed flight, I scanned for the ever popular electrical outlet. Fat chance on that.
Finding them filled, I took a nearby empty seat. The guy next to me gave me a look when I started to unzip my backpack. As far as he was concerned, he was there first and had dibs if a functioning outlet opened up. But no worry. I did something I've never seen anyone do at an airport other than me. And it is so simple! His look, a combination of mistrust and macho ire, changed to one of confusion when I pulled it out. And then he smiled. I got up, unplugged one of the lucky people already plugged into the wall (as politely as possible) and plugged me in. And then the people around me applauded!
Note to self. Always pack one of these for future flights.