We visited our first off-post German movie theatre over the weekend.
This post isn't about the differences between the gorgeous and versatile lobby, red velvet drapes, mirrored ceiling, clean facility and most American theatres we're accustomed too. Oh no, it's about Splat! goes the iPhone.
You see it happened in the bathroom of the previously mentioned theatre. I had my phone in my hand in preparation of snapping photos of the shiny chrome and tile. I have a small fascination with different styles of restroom facilities.
I stood up ... it fell down ... face down on the floor.
I have dropped this piece of electronics more times than I care to remember and never heard that tinkling glassy cracking sound.
This just won't do.
For some reason when I exited the scene of the crime MrD and the MIL honed in on me like the guilty child I was trying not to be. Apparently I had quite the glow about me.
Yes I realize it's broken. NO it's not the end of the world. I guess I'll suck it up and replace it with a cheaper version since we're locked into a 2 year-unbreakable-contract with the local phone service. What do you mean that won't do? What do you mean we have to buy another iPhone?
I was reminded by both him and his mother about this. It's not my penchant for getting lost they're concerned with but my inability to find my way back home without the default map ap on my phone. Their opinion is that it's cheaper to replace the phone than get a GPS and the phone helps me on foot whereas the GPS is stuck in the auto.
They have a point. I cringe at the cost. We scored the phones for 1euro each with our phone plans 6 months ago. I doubt we'll get that same deal again.
