I Just Can’t Have Nice Things
Just before Christmas, I dropped my phone while shoveling in the driveway and cracked the screen. Both my wife and I were eligible to get new phones, but we were holding off, because we (err, I ) didn’t want to pay for the phone we wanted, something similar to the EnV we currently had. So I told my wife she should get a new phone, and I’d take her old one. It still worked ok, and had an almost brand new battery. So I would still have I phone I liked, and she’d have a new one. Everybody wins.
When she went to order her phone, lo and behold, they had a special: buy one, get one free. We both get new phones. Win! And they arrived in about three days.
I decided, that, this time, I would take care of my phone. I wouldn’t let it get scratched up, or carry it around in my pocket with my keys, where it fell out while shoveling. I would actually buy a case for it.
And then I saw how much cases cost. One to fit my phone with a belt clip was $15. Fifteen dollars! I won’t pay that much for a pair of pants. I rarely eat dinners that cost that much. I was ready to just leave and take my chances, but in the end, breathed deeply, and bought it.
This weekend, I noticed something on the back of my phone and tried to wipe it off. Except it wasn’t something on the phone, it was a small crater worn into the phone. The belt clip of the case intended to protect my phone has rubbed a noticeable spot into the battery of my phone in less than three weeks.
So, in my quest to be responsible, my plan of action caused the result I was trying to avoid. At least it is now unique to me and I can tell it apart from my wife’s.
So if you are in need of some stylish personalization of your cellphone, just pick up a fifteen dollar(!) one at your favorite neighborhood mega-super-monopoly store today!