Why fight iTunes when your phone already has your whole world in it?

That 40 feet gets longer when you're tracing a ghost fault at 3AM.

That cart failing mid-con is a special kind of hell. Nothing makes you feel more like a pack mule than realizing you're now the human support system for four hundred dollars of paper and cardboard. The Klingon thing just adds insult to injury, honestly. I've learned to bring my own straps and a backup plan, but even then something always goes sideways. Hope your back forgives you by Monday.