And cracked the glass. Badly. When I touch the screen, I get little splinters in my finger.
It’s not that it’s such a big deal. Really, it’s just an inconvenience, albeit money I’d rather not spend this close to Christmas. But it was the only thing I splurged on with the money my mother left me (the rest went to dental expenses and rent), and it makes me a little sad because I always think of her when I use it.
I ordered a used phone from ebay. In the meantime, it only works some of the time. Like, if I call people, they can’t hear me, but if they call me, they can.
Put it inside a Ziploc bag.