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 ridiculously drunk, 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 one 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 awful place, my headphones meant I still had control of my phone. Slowly but surely, drunkenly crying 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 Montana. I dropped it on glacial deposits, I dropped it on 3 billion year old Archean basement rock, but a fucking bus wrecked my phone
I then proceeded to chip it six times in the next few months.
Fucking bus.
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