Shattered

My shattered phone screen.

My shattered phone screen.

My luck ran out.  My Nokia Lumia 1020 cell phone fell out of my pocket and hit the floor of my garage.  The screen shattered. I never put my phone in my pocket, but we were having a garage sale and it seemed like a good idea at the time. (Yes, I swore I’d never have another garage sale. When will I ever learn?)

At first I thought the lines on the screen were a real cobweb, not a web of cracks. I was in disbelief and then angry with myself. I’ve gotten very attached to that phone. It sleeps next to me (actually it never sleeps) charging on my bedside table.

This is a re-enactment the next morning of where I found my phone at a Taos, New Mexico, motel.  My phone had fallen out of my handbag as I ran to escape the rain.   I didn't miss my phone until I decided to charge it an hour later. Then I couldn't find it. My friend Lynn and I looked for hours, not sure where I had lost it.  Later, I found it here, on the railing to the stairs.  It was wet, but it still worked.

This is a re-enactment the next morning of where I found my phone at a Taos, New Mexico, motel. My phone had fallen out of my handbag as I ran to escape the rain. I didn’t miss my phone until I decided to charge it an hour later. Then I couldn’t find it. My friend Lynn and I looked for hours, not sure where I had lost it. Later, I found it here, on the railing to the stairs. It was wet, but it still worked.

This is not my cell phone’s first escape attempt. It leaped from my purse in Taos, New Mexico, as my friend Lynn and I were rushing from the car to the covered portico of our hotel in the rain after dinner at a lovely restaurant on Easter.

It was our last night in New Mexico of our week-long trip. I wondered aloud what I would leave behind on this trip. There’s always something that goes astray. A toothbrush, some shoes, hat, gloves, scarf, jacket, a nightgown, a book. I didn’t realize that I’d already lost something — my phone! I discovered that the little dickens had gotten away when I looked for it so I could charge it. Lynn and I searched everywhere in the room, the parking lot, the car, the streets, even went back to the restaurant — twice — just before closing. Lynn called my phone five or more times, and we never heard it ringing. (Thanks, Lynn!) I roamed the parking lot in the rain, I talked to the desk clerk.

Finally, we gave up. I was already on the fourth stage of grief, when I decided to give the search one more effort. I remembered that I’d found a couple of phones in the past, one I had given to the desk clerk of our motel (it turned out to be hers), and the other I had picked up from the street and set on the curb. Maybe someone had placed my phone in a safer place? Minutes later I saw it, sitting on a stair post, sprinkled with rain drops but still in working order. I was so relieved.   How quickly we get dependent on these devices.  My grandparents had a party line phone, which was shared with several neighbors.

I was able to get my screen replaced locally.  It wasn’t cheap. I obviously need a case for it.  A friend demonstrated the protective qualities of his case by dropping his phone on the floor. No damage.

As I looked at my shattered screen, this song came to mind. Now I can’t get it out of my head.

Here a cell phone takes the #ALSIceBucketChallenge.  I can confirm from personal experience that it’s darned cold! Writing the check was much easier. Paying for the phone screen repair is also going to be a shock.

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13 responses to “Shattered

  1. Finden wir gut.Freundliche Grüsse, Wolfgang

  2. I can FEEL your pain Cathy. I’ve cracked the back of my case “twice” before but fortunately and that was bad enough but I actually winced in pain when I thought of how it’d feel to see the front cracked. Since you know of my abilities to turn normal kitchen supplies into handy technological wonders, maybe you should start wrapping your cell phone in 20-30 layers of plastic wrap before you head out the door. Heck it’ll keep the phone from sliding you of your hand, help cushion it when it lands on concrete and even make it waterproof :-))) ~ Rick

    • I am tempted to wrap my phone in plastic! When the repair shop employee brought out my phone, it was enclosed in a bubble wrap envelope. I was hoping he’d give me the envelope, though it probably would overheat. How quickly I have become dependent on this little thing. Thanks for your comment and advice.

      P.S. Finally, I’ve taken your photography advice and bought some filters for one of my Nikon lenses.

  3. A few years ago I accidentally left my mobile phone in a taxi in Belfast. Luckily the driver saw it later and remembered where he had picked me up, and returned it. That office eventually contacted me on a different number and offered to send the phone to me in England by post. There are some kind people in this world.

    • That’s amazing that you got your phone back, mostly because I think it would be so hard to track down an owner, even with all of your information in the phone. I lost one of my first phones in the grass in a front yard in a town about an hour away from mine on my way into a Halloween party. I didn’t notice that my phone was gone until the next morning when I was back home. I called my phone, and someone answered it! It was a painter at the house where I’d lost the phone. By coincidence, he was coming not far from me that night to go to a class, so we met at his class and he returned my phone.

  4. Lynn

    Haha ha…you forgot to mention that I was already in my pj’s when we drove back in to Taos to look….what are mess we were!

  5. Catherine, I’m smiling from ear to ear.
    No, I’m not terrible; I think it’s because I loved your tale of woe because it really does speak of our dependence upon technology these days, and our love of communicating with each other. (Your descriptions were also a heck of a lot of fun to read.) Thank heavens for good friends who help; even in their PJ’s.

  6. I had my iPhone in my bra on a hot day when my students were doing PE. When I pulled it out, it was literally dripping water and even though i put it in dry rice, the screen was so faint, I could barely see it. Fortunately, I was eligible for an upgrade. My iPhone needs a Kevlar cover to protect it from…..me!

    • Someone should invent a really fashionable way to The stories our smartphones could tell, but since they are smart, they suffer in silence with just a few cracks and shudders as they fade away. Your phone could tell a lot of exciting tales from the classroom!

  7. elissestuart

    The youngest offspring, had a moment of, shall we say “extreme anger” and his phone someone flew through the air and the screen cracked severely. Apparently this is something that the cell phone repair guy sees frequently. I know it is not cheap to get them replaced….$100 in my neck of the woods……

  8. nooooo 😦 Considering everything these phones can do [not to mention how much they cost ] they are scarily fragile.

  9. CS,
    My human has the same kind of luck with Kindles. Three examples.
    1. Picture MacDonalds. The Geezer needs a napkin. He places Kindle on table. Walks to condiment station. Harry Potter waves wand and Kindle disappears.
    2. Picture Geezer in boat. Shark fishing. Reading suspenseful novel on kindle perched on lap. Shark bites. Geezer stands. Kindle does triple Gainer into water. Five foot black-tip swallows.
    3. Picture damsels in distress. Flat tire. Geezer on walk, but stops to help. Scantily clad. No pockets. Places Kindle inside short’s front. Helps change tire. Smiling damsels say “Thanks.” As Geezer walks off – Damsel 1 to damsel 2 – “I’ve never seen one shaped like that before.”
    Sandy

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