When you drop your phone
And the feeling in your stomach when you have to pick it back up…
I dropped my phone last night. It slipped through my fingers, missed the edge of the desk and did not hit the carpet. Of course not, that would have been far too safe. Instead, it hit the metal foot of my desk, bounced once and landed face down on the carpet.
Then I had the wonderful pause where I did not want to turn it over and find out whether the screen was shattered or not. Awful. I don’t want my phone to die.
I am, however, happy to report that everything is fine. I have no idea how, but somehow my phone survived without a scratch. Perhaps its cover really does what its advertisement says it can do. Either that, or my phone has the luck of a small devil.