Of course that couldn't last long, much less forever. Two days ago, I fell afoul of the the oldest and most consistent rule of moron tax: Anything Expensive Will Get Broken.
This is a picture of my cell phone. Aside from my television, computer, and car, this is (or, really, was) the most expensive thing that I can call my own. I had placed it in the external pocket of my backpack when I left for work, and it slid out when I leaned over to tie my shoe in the parking lot. The phone fell less than 3 feet but hit the concrete at exactly the worst angle. Now, little bits of glass stick to my face whenever I answer a call, and I worry that I'll cut my finger using a pull-down menu. Worse yet, I vaguely wonder if one day I'll learn that radiation from broken smartphones are the undisputed cause of a new medical phenomenon known as "face melting."
Obviously, I need to replace this phone, but for now, I am feeling too low and undeserving.
