Yes, I know I said we’re away- but I thought I’d “pre-post” something for the weekend so you don’t get bored!
Aren’t I sweet?
Ja ja okay! I know!
Here’s the story.
Damien- I would assume like most teens- is VERY attached to his cellphone. Almost unhealthily so…. but then again- so am I, as I am to my laptop. But that’s besides the point isn’t it? I am a grown up after all.
The knucklehead’s phone drama started about a week ago, when he dropped it outside our front door. He had a Nokia 5200- chosen for its ability to play MP3 and the SD card slot. The knucklehead listens to music on his phone when he’s not chatting on MXit (which he’s only officially allowed to do between 7 and 9pm). So the memory card on the phone is important. Before the Nokia he had a Motorola clamshell thingy which he wasn’t mad about- but it worked. The 5200 is a slide phone and has a little keypad on the outside, and when he dropped it this came loose- but it still worked…
MAJOR train smash for Damien! The world came to an end! The sky fell on his head! It took him two days to recover from his little dip into the “depression” pool.
Annoying me no end in the process because the bloody phone still worked.
On Wednesday night we popped in at my folks- primarily to download photographs off my mommy darling’s camera but also to say howdy and talk about the upcoming weekend trip (the one we’re on now). Somewhere in the course of Wednesday evening, the knucklehead sat on his phone- shattering the screen and rendering it useless.
I didn’t know this.
I was chatting to da Bruvva when the knucklehead walked into the room, so I asked him to go and make coffee. His mumbled reply and the way he slouched out of the room immediately told me something was up. When I asked him what was wrong he said “I’ll tell you later…” which led me to assume he’d butted heads with my daddy darling, as they do so regularly… or something along those lines.
When we got into the car to go home he showed me his phone- practically ramming it up my nose- and said “THIS is the problem!” Then I asked what happened and started giggling when he told me he’d squished it with his own ass… he of course got all huffy because I wasn’t taking it as seriously as he was!
I nearly gave him a fat ear and told him to shake the shit off his shoes- it was no big thing! Our phones are insured so that they can be quickly and easily replaced, in the event of a catastrophe like this one! I never have cash “just lying around” to buy new phones with, so I insure them!
On Thursday, it took just one phone call to
Fantastic. Quick and easy and hassle free.
I must be honest- this is only the second time I have had to replace the knucklehead’s phone since he got his first one about 6 years ago. He’s had one stolen and this one he’s broken. He’s really good with them and I am pleased because initially I worried about him looking after them and not losing them!
But the way he reacts to something so minor in the greater scheme of things drives me batshit! You’d swear he had to replace it with his own money!
*Karen Elizabeth Gordon