iWant, iNeed, iLove

I never wanted it.  I told my husband I didn't need it.  But in his continued desperation to buy my love, he gave me the iPhone for Christmas 1 1/2 years ago.  And it was love at first sight.  I did not know that I was missing the other half of my brain until I was holding it in my hand.  Glossy screen.  Smooth buttons that live for my commands.  Since that day, it has not left my side.

My hubby did not know what he had done.  He called the phone my lover because it slept with me at night. It has been with me through thick and thin.  It has survived the dirty little fingers of my kids playing their games.  It reads to me and sings to me.  It reminds me of my appointments, gives me directions and tells me when my movie is starting.  It has been an intense, very one sided relationship.

And then I let it down.  Down, over the stair railing, about 12 feet, to the tile floor.  I might have shouted an expletive.  When I picked it up, it looked like this.  It's not supposed to look like this.

 
Popular opinion told me that the Apple warranty did not cover cracked screens.  My heart was breaking. I did not want to buy a new one.  I made an appointment with a Genius at the Genius Bar at Apple. Yea that is what they call themselves.  It is supposed to instill confidence.  Unfortunately it does not work.  

So as I have learned about going to any appointment that I need excellent service, I showered.  I put on something other than my High School Musical t-shirt and sweats.  I wore make-up and earrings.  And of course the kids asked, "Where are you going?"

I walked in with confidence.  I was not timid with a look of "I dropped my phone and it cracked and you won't replace it and I'm going to cry."  I did not look like that.

I was seated at the Genius bar where I waited for my genius.  He did not look the part but he was all I had.

Confident me, "Ummm my phone looks like this and it shouldn't."

He looked at it and smiled.  We both knew exactly what had happened to that phone and neither one of us was going to say it out loud.  He had me take off the cover which revealed the back of the phone that actually had cracks in it.

Wanna-Be-Genius, "Well these cracks could be from a fall or from yanking it out of the wall too hard. This is kind of a grey area."

Confident me had no comment. I think silence was by best weapon in this case.

Wanna-Be-Genius, "We are going to go ahead and replace it.  Have you synched it?"

Confident me, "Yes."

He went into the illusive "back" where all the new iPhones hung out waiting to be adopted.

Confident me was jumping up and down inside.   I said good-bye in my heart to my old phone as it got whisked away for parts.

Helloooooo new phone.  It's the beginning of another beautiful new relationship.  I just won't take it near the stairs.

Linda