I have a major addiction. Really, there is no way to get around it. It is a constant, nagging at me, almost constantly beeping. It is my iPhone. We are kindred spirits. I love it. It is always by my side. It is the last thing I touch before I go to bed at night.
And then, this happened….
I could see it in slow motion. I was walking down the hallway. Someone came out around the corner. I looked up, and it fell out of my hand. I’ve dropped my iPhone before. I have a sturdy case around it. But this time, it was different. I instantly knew this was bad. My iPhone hit the flat surface, straight down, on the front (glass) side. I could hear the vibrations from the glass. I could see the spider web effect from the cracking.
And then the thinking started. How much was it going to cost? When would I have time to fix it? Why did you not have the phone put away?
But I knew it was bound to happen. My husband has had a cracked screen on his iPhone before. I knew I was due. I’ve had iPhones for almost three years with not even a tiny scratch. Luckily, I was able to get an appointment at The Apple Store. The “Genius” was super-duper nice. I may have told him that I was slightly freaking out. That this phone was my lifeline. That I was a photographer, and gasp, a blogger. He just smiled. I’m sure that he sees crazies like me all the time.
And then it was replaced. For a VERY low cost.
You have no idea how happy I was. Right before I went into the Apple Store, the screen started shattering more. While I was writing this post, I showed my husband the picture. He responded with, “ohh that was bad, really bad.”