Last night my Macbook’s charger broke. It was old; it’s time was done. So, this morning I had to get a new one. Seems like a simple enough task, right?
Wrong.
I left my hotel room wearing a long sun dress (one hundred degrees, 80% humidity). And, as I walked the streets in search of an electronics store, the invasive shouts and stares of men left me with not a moment’s peace.