Pick-Your-2-Pack: Liz Claiborne Charging Wristlets with RFID protection
- They will hold your money and hold a charge.
- Build your own 2-pack from several stylish Liz Claiborne wallets, each with a built in power bank.
- Like, we know what power banks are. We know what wallets are. We don’t have to say much more, right?
- Models: TC50146L, TC50922L. The TC stands for either “totally cool” or “totally charge-holding.”
Charged With Madness
The elevator ride into the sub-basement of their building always took longer than she thought it would, which in turn made her nervous. About what, she never knew. She was the president of the company, after all. She had nothing to be nervous about. And yet, still, she felt ill at ease.
Perhaps it was the engineer. At dinner parties, when she told her friends about the man, she often referred to him as “a bit of a mad scientist.” They thought she was exaggerating, she could tell. They probably imagined him as someone with thick glasses and a tie, laboring over some minor stitch pattern or comparing leather samples, all in the name of an as-yet unrealized advancement in their line of wallets.
In reality, the only lie she told were in the first two words of her description: “a bit.” Because he was not ‘a bit’ mad. He was utterly and truly mad.
Today’s meeting, like all the others, illustrated exactly this. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he was there waiting to usher her deep into his lab, towards a plate glass window that looked into a small room. In it, on a plain metal table, sat one of their wallets. Across the table, a bonsai tree.
“Noticed anything strange about the weather recently?” the engineer said, cracking his knuckles a number times that seemed impossible.
She shook her head. “It’s been beautiful.”
“Precisely,” the engineer cried. “There has not been a thunderstorm all month. This is my doing. With a series of balloons and weathervanes, I was able to predict each one, and using a device I refuse to explain for it is too complex for the human mind–even the mind of its creator, me–I curtailed each one. Or, that’s not exactly right. I should not say ‘curtail’ but ‘steal.’ I extracted the power from nearly seven storms and siphoned it directly into this. Behold!”
He pressed a button on the wall below the window and a lightning bolt shot from the wallet, across the table, igniting the bonsai.
She watched it burn for a moment, before she felt his gaze upon her, measuring her expression, it would seem, to see if he had pleased her. “Impressive,” she said finally. “But… well, it’s not exactly what I was looking for. I guess I should’ve been clearer. The energy in the wallet? I’d like it to, you know, charge stuff. Like, phones, for example.”
“Oh,” he said.
“Sorry, I can see you’ve worked hard on this,” she said.
“No, it’s my fault,” he said. Then, after a moment: “I’ll just… make a wallet… with a power bank… in it.”
She nodded. “That’d be great,” she said. “Really, really great.”
On the ride back up, she closed her eyes and tried to relax but all she saw was the smoldering bonsai.