It’s rare as a chicken’s foot in a potpie to find a cell phone repair shop that repairs batteries in electronic devices.<\/p>\n
The machine was tiny enough. The “pod” preceded by some no-longer-mass-marketed universally popular letter contained an LCD screen that would be large enough for an ant’s eye view if only it opened its compound peepers really wide. But inside the LCD was something more miniature still, something that couldn’t be plucked out even with the most delicate of tweezers. It was my X-pod. I wondered why I had purchased it in the job lot store, a warehouse of all sorts of odds and ends. Why didn’t my X-pod work? I wanted to dig out the microscopic battery with my clumsy fingers, but knew I wouldn’t dare.<\/p>\n
I knew there were independent shops that repaired electronic things such as my X-pod, and could dig out the batteries inside, while teaching them to (more…)<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It’s rare as a chicken’s foot in a potpie to find a cell phone repair shop that repairs batteries in electronic devices. The machine was tiny enough. The “pod” preceded by some no-longer-mass-marketed universally popular letter contained an LCD screen…<\/span><\/p>\n