You're Breaking Up
Yesterday I suffered a profound loss.
It started out as a regular morning: I scrambled to get the kids ready for school and out the door on time. My husband took them. But he had only been gone for a minute before he called my phone.
"Coby forgot his glasses," he said. "I'm coming back to get them. Can you bring them to the garage?"
"I'm already on it," I told him, glasses in one hand and phone in the other. And when the garage door opened, I was waiting. I handed the glasses through the window and waved as they backed down the driveway.
But I waved with my phone hand. A little too zealously, I guess.
It was like slow-motion. I watched as my month-old iPhone 6 - a gift from my husband to replace my old phone that ran like a turtle - launch from my fingertips and sail through the air. I watched it land flat on its face on the cold, hard garage floor. I heard the sickening crack of electronics against concrete.
I picked it up, hoping against hope that it was awesomely shatterproof. But alas, when I turned it over, this is what I found.
My mind flashed back to the day I got the phone. "You should probably get a case," Curtis had suggested, knowing full well I'ma clumsy-ass not always steady-fingered. But I'd scoffed, preferring instead the sleek feeling of the case-less (and therefore unprotected) phone. I'm like the dude who refuses to wear a condom because he doesn't like how they feel, only to end up with an STD: one sorry mofo.
In the grand scheme of things, my life could be exponentially worse, so I'm chalking this up to a lesson learned and trying to move on. In my privileged first-world bubble, though, it still sucks.
I think my fingertips might be permanently shredded. But it was my turn on Words with Friends, so what choice did I have?
I'd better win this round.
It started out as a regular morning: I scrambled to get the kids ready for school and out the door on time. My husband took them. But he had only been gone for a minute before he called my phone.
"Coby forgot his glasses," he said. "I'm coming back to get them. Can you bring them to the garage?"
"I'm already on it," I told him, glasses in one hand and phone in the other. And when the garage door opened, I was waiting. I handed the glasses through the window and waved as they backed down the driveway.
But I waved with my phone hand. A little too zealously, I guess.
It was like slow-motion. I watched as my month-old iPhone 6 - a gift from my husband to replace my old phone that ran like a turtle - launch from my fingertips and sail through the air. I watched it land flat on its face on the cold, hard garage floor. I heard the sickening crack of electronics against concrete.
I picked it up, hoping against hope that it was awesomely shatterproof. But alas, when I turned it over, this is what I found.
My mind flashed back to the day I got the phone. "You should probably get a case," Curtis had suggested, knowing full well I'm
In the grand scheme of things, my life could be exponentially worse, so I'm chalking this up to a lesson learned and trying to move on. In my privileged first-world bubble, though, it still sucks.
I think my fingertips might be permanently shredded. But it was my turn on Words with Friends, so what choice did I have?
I'd better win this round.
Oh no. I'd cry.
ReplyDeleteIf you have insurance, they'll replace it though. My husband once washed his phone, we didn't have insurance, so we had to buy a whole new one :/
We have insurance now though. To be on the safe side. And I always check pockets now before I toss them into the washer ;)
Ugh. I've done this. And they were able to replace just the glass screen at that place in the mall. Hope it's an easy fix for you, too.
ReplyDeleteI'm shocked you of all people didn't have a cover. You write about your kids and their crazies lol.
ReplyDeleteThis has happened to me. That was expensive. And I have a cover. Now the corner is cracked. But so expensive, I'm waiting till I have to upgrade anyway...
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