I’ve done it again.
These things don’t grow on trees, ya know. But I still manage to fling them around like a nasty apple with a wormhole and a nice, fat bruise on it. I dropped my iPhone 4 again. This is the second time.
The first time was in my kitchen. Tile. I did the smash and dash around the apartment cursing myself to no end. Why was I so stupid?! Be gentle. Be gingerly. But I move fast and make a lot of noise, and therefore, I have two iPhone casualties.
The first phone fix was going to be spendy. AT&T wouldn’t help (jerks). Apple gave me the run around telling me to call AT&T. But my second attempt to Apple, the rep put me through to the engineering department. They said I could send the broken phone in and they’d replace with a new phone for $199. That was a steal back then. Because these phones were like the holy grail.
Fast-forward a year, getting out of my car after my dinner break. My iPhone was in my lap. Black phone, black case, sitting in my lap (black pants) in my black car on a dark, black night. I get up after I open the door and that horrible sound. I see my phone face down on the pavement. I did have a case this time around. But not protecting the front. Cases don’t protect the front. From the picture you can see the result.
This time I tired a ‘fix-it’ shop. About a mile from my house I found a place called FixByUs. Perfect. They were even running a special – $89.99.
I dropped it off, picked it up a half-hour later and she’s good as new. But the button is now going on it. That’s another $29.00 to fix. So I figure by the time the new iPhone 5 comes out in October, I’ll have about $1,000 invested into this baby.
Slow and steady saves you cash.
Til my next tragedy, my friends.