The screen shattered, again.
What a bore she thought. Another thousand dollars down the drain.
There had to be an easier way than this.
She picked up her iphone and surveyed the damage. She’d understand if she was clumsy and dropped it but for no apparent reason the screen cracked and was no more.
The phone wouldn’t operate without the screen functioning even though she tried in vain to navigate her way to her contacts.
She wondered if the screen had cracked from the over use of her mathematical mind as she calculated and re-calculated the complex formulas she was working on…..one calculation she knew would be the mother lode for her, the answer to the meaning of life. Just when she thought she had cracked it the screen did literally crack and here she was on the verge of greatness and technology had again let her down. The answer she reasoned was as elusive as her search for happiness which had simply ended in tears thereby defeating the whole purpose of the exercise.
Tomorrow she’d be off to the Apple store to purchase another phone and this time she’d query the cracked screen phenomenon.