Not a very exciting story, but worth the antidotal value, and I'll take a little creative liberties in how it all played out.
Here I was, and full of whatever, carrying way too much stuff, trying to maneuver to open the front door, in a split entry foyer. Then I had a foolish lapse in judgement which haunts me to this day. I could have sworn that the finger I released was holding the dog leash I knew it was.
But, oh no sir, it sure wasn't, a realization which quickly took over all thought, suffocating me almost instantly. It was triggered by that feeling of releasing something which had a relative weight inconsistent with what I thought it had been, only a fraction of a second before. I had a few cognitive flashes of hope and prayer, 'maybe it was my keys, or wallet, or... Maybe it'll just land on one step!“...
Nope.... There it went, my beautiful phone, that I love so much that I hate it an equal amount of time. It almost seemed to be a gymnast, spinning as fast as possible, purposely, as a means of mocking me. I had expected some sort of retaliation, after all, I had made a comment earlier in the day where I said some things.... Well.... Let's just say i wish I hadn't. (I called it a calculator, but believe me, it was well deserved!!!). Be kinda too those you love..... Be kind...
Any-hoo, this SOB hit, with giddy enthusiasm, each one of the 9 hardwood steps, no fewer than 7 times each, ensuring that no surface was spared. By the time it was all over, I realized I hadn't taken a breath for the entire sequence which lasted what felt like a lifetime, but was advertising only about 3 1/2 seconds so I just started breathing again.
Everyone was quiet, wondering if they had to plan another funeral. I could barely muster the courage to shyly glance at it, afraid I'd catch a glimpse of what was sure to be the manifestation of my worst nightmares. After I summoned the courage, I cautiously approached the stricken machine to retreive what I knew HAD to be nothing less than a spiderweb of glass shards, ready to punish anyone foolish enough to try and side swipe to command the pin screen.
But I didn't find that..... oh no... . I didn't find that at all! What i found was a perfectly glazed screen, unscathed, unscrtched, the G sensors a little shaken up by it all, but a prefectly healthy Samsung Galaxy S8 Active! I have never been more proud of anything or anyone else in my entire life than I was at that moment. And the moment was over....
Now, had that been a normal S8, or S7 Edge with that useless stupid edge screen, it would have been a far more devastating story.
And an iPhone anything? HA! Please! I dropped an iPhone 5SE Tom about 2.5 feet into a vineyard concrete patio, and I swear to you as I write these prose, it was almost as if the screen had been somehow pressurized to a point just below the threshold of bursting. And when it burst, I can tell you this, it was looking forward to it. That was the most motivated destruction of one of those weak POS I had heard.
That little gem has been now relegated to a lonely existence for a phone: that being one of the four phones-turned-cameras used in my Alfred Cameras CCTV system (Very cool and fast less expensive alternative to buying new security cameras, and associated hardware).
One of the others is that SOB S7 Edge. I wouldn't have been able to trade it in or sell it when I purchased my current phone. Ya see, that little worthless abacus had a screen condition that oddly enough, would become more and more damaged every day. Poor little fella...
Ha! In just kidding, it wasn't a condition, I know exactly why that was happening! It would inevitably do something stupid or uncommanded, and it would be smashed into my stearing wheel 5-6 times, or whatever it took to feel better. I hate that phone, and I will never use another one of those worthless Edge POS again!
God Bless!!!!
Here I was, and full of whatever, carrying way too much stuff, trying to maneuver to open the front door, in a split entry foyer. Then I had a foolish lapse in judgement which haunts me to this day. I could have sworn that the finger I released was holding the dog leash I knew it was.
But, oh no sir, it sure wasn't, a realization which quickly took over all thought, suffocating me almost instantly. It was triggered by that feeling of releasing something which had a relative weight inconsistent with what I thought it had been, only a fraction of a second before. I had a few cognitive flashes of hope and prayer, 'maybe it was my keys, or wallet, or... Maybe it'll just land on one step!“...
Nope.... There it went, my beautiful phone, that I love so much that I hate it an equal amount of time. It almost seemed to be a gymnast, spinning as fast as possible, purposely, as a means of mocking me. I had expected some sort of retaliation, after all, I had made a comment earlier in the day where I said some things.... Well.... Let's just say i wish I hadn't. (I called it a calculator, but believe me, it was well deserved!!!). Be kinda too those you love..... Be kind...
Any-hoo, this SOB hit, with giddy enthusiasm, each one of the 9 hardwood steps, no fewer than 7 times each, ensuring that no surface was spared. By the time it was all over, I realized I hadn't taken a breath for the entire sequence which lasted what felt like a lifetime, but was advertising only about 3 1/2 seconds so I just started breathing again.
Everyone was quiet, wondering if they had to plan another funeral. I could barely muster the courage to shyly glance at it, afraid I'd catch a glimpse of what was sure to be the manifestation of my worst nightmares. After I summoned the courage, I cautiously approached the stricken machine to retreive what I knew HAD to be nothing less than a spiderweb of glass shards, ready to punish anyone foolish enough to try and side swipe to command the pin screen.
But I didn't find that..... oh no... . I didn't find that at all! What i found was a perfectly glazed screen, unscathed, unscrtched, the G sensors a little shaken up by it all, but a prefectly healthy Samsung Galaxy S8 Active! I have never been more proud of anything or anyone else in my entire life than I was at that moment. And the moment was over....
Now, had that been a normal S8, or S7 Edge with that useless stupid edge screen, it would have been a far more devastating story.
And an iPhone anything? HA! Please! I dropped an iPhone 5SE Tom about 2.5 feet into a vineyard concrete patio, and I swear to you as I write these prose, it was almost as if the screen had been somehow pressurized to a point just below the threshold of bursting. And when it burst, I can tell you this, it was looking forward to it. That was the most motivated destruction of one of those weak POS I had heard.
That little gem has been now relegated to a lonely existence for a phone: that being one of the four phones-turned-cameras used in my Alfred Cameras CCTV system (Very cool and fast less expensive alternative to buying new security cameras, and associated hardware).
One of the others is that SOB S7 Edge. I wouldn't have been able to trade it in or sell it when I purchased my current phone. Ya see, that little worthless abacus had a screen condition that oddly enough, would become more and more damaged every day. Poor little fella...
Ha! In just kidding, it wasn't a condition, I know exactly why that was happening! It would inevitably do something stupid or uncommanded, and it would be smashed into my stearing wheel 5-6 times, or whatever it took to feel better. I hate that phone, and I will never use another one of those worthless Edge POS again!
God Bless!!!!
