AGHHH I HATE THAT

So, STORY TIME

My last phone was a Galaxy S4. It was a great little phone! I adored it. I ended up taking it with me to field camp in Montana, because cameras and music while hiking are really awesome. Sometimes it was stuck in my pocket in like, 110 F heat index goodness, so the battery became utter shit. But it survived with no actual damage and seemed like I had broken my curse of fucking up my phone screens

Fast forward to Galentines day. I'm on the bus home [s]ridiculously drunk[/s], sitting in the back left corner and listening to music. My phone is siting on my lap but, because I'm wearing a dress and not something with traction, my phone slides off my lap, hits the bus wall, and slides beneath the seat

I'm like, FUCK, but okay, I can fish it out from the front of the seat, right???

HAHAAHAHA no

The new buses only have [i]one[/i] sliver of space for things to fall, and there was maybe half a millimetre of space for me to fish it out. I mean, it was just a super snug fit. Now, because the universe is not an entirely [i]awful[/i] place, my headphones meant I still had control of my phone. Slowly but surely, drunkenly [s]crying[/s] sniffling, I managed to ease the phone up to be in sight. The bus jumps, I lose it again. FUCK. Okay, gently fishing it out aaaaand

The screen cracks as I try to lift it out

Motherfucker


That fucking phone survived fucking bumfuck nowhere [i]Montana[/i]. I dropped it on glacial deposits, I dropped it on 3 billion year old Archean basement rock, but a [i]fucking bus[/i] wrecked my phone

I then proceeded to chip it [i]six times[/i] in the next few months. 


Fucking bus.



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