I'd just bought a car charger—the one that plugs into your cigarette lighter—for my first 8-hour drive to visit my girlfriend at her college that weekend. Without it, I wouldn't have been able to use my phone's GPS for longer than a few hours before it died—that'd leave me lost, at night, in a state I'd never been in. For me, using paper directions is just begging to get into an accident.So anyway, I'd bought the charger, and I was driving home when I realized, "Hey... do I even have a cigarette lighter to plug this thing into?" On an empty road, I looked down into the center panel and found nothing. The dash, nothing. I looked deeper, above where I kept my change, no—ope, I'm driving on the wrong side of the road. Begging to get in an accident. Heart jumping, I correct my path, ca