Always bad!
Recently I have had a spate (ok a flood, but hey spate sounds a little more bearable) of events, not all of which have been positive.
We won’t go into the emotional ones, but there was a physical one that was enough to
drown the best of us: my cell phone that has a cover, that has a very good screen protector and of which I am usually careful, dropped from about 3 feet to the floor.
Of course it landed on its’ face, open.
The screen didn’t break, but something inside did and slowly over the next few hours, it became totally unusable: not because it was broken, but because one could no longer see anything. Some applications and functions I remembered by heart, so the first 12 hours were bearable.
Of course, as life would have it, I had no time that day to go to either a repair shop nor to the main shop of my provider: everything now is online, so there are very few physical sites left where one can perhaps (I say, tongue in cheek, perhaps) find a physical person, who again, may, perhaps be able to solve one’s problem.
I had to buy a new phone.
Of course I bought a new cover as well: the saleslady proposed black or red. In the beginning I chose black (creature of habit that I am), before changing my mind to red.
I have blessed that decision ever since. Do you realize how much easier it is to locate a red cell phone that you have laid down in some odd place?
I will never regret that change of mind. And perhaps it will lead me to re-evaluate other such decisions?
