This is not my phone, because I can’t take pictures now. It just looks like this.
Some people exhibit grace under pressure. I’m not one of those people.
When I am suddenly stressed or startled, it sets off a chain reaction of physical events that are never pretty.
Like this morning, when I had an 8 o’clock doctor’s appointment downtown. I skipped caffeine yesterday so I could sleep, woke up in plenty of time to get ready, and left at an appropriate time. I even got there 15 minutes early, and found a parking spot right near his office.
I got out of the car to get a ticket from the parking kiosk, which you have to put on your street-side dashboard. I started fumbling in the bottom of my purse for my keys, but couldn’t find them. And that’s when I saw them through the car window, dangling from the ignition. Oh shit.
I started to mentally run through my options. Call AAA? Yeah, but I’d let my membership lapse, so that’s $79 in addition to whatever they charge to open the car — not to mention hours waiting in the cold.
Then I remembered — hallelujah! — I had a spare key in my wallet. (Because my late father made me promise to always carry one.) I pulled it out, opened the door…. and that’s when I dropped my phone. Fuck. The front screen shattered into several hundred bits. And it’s not just the screen, the phone doesn’t work.
It’s Christmas. I’m already broke. If you want to do something nice for me, make a donation.
I could really use it.
It would be easier and less expensive for all of us if you would become an LLC. That way our contributions would be tax deductible. 🙂