With the velocity of a Jamie Moyer fastball, my iPad hit the asphalt, face first. I didn’t think much of it, since it had a cover, but when I peeled it back, I was surprised to see that the screen had cracked pretty badly. Most of the damage incurred at the right- top and bottom corners, but at the right angle, light reveals a crack that goes across the center itself.
Functionality is intact, and from what I can tell, nothing seems to be a dead spot or any spot where touch is no longer detected. And the fact that my screen had a film cover atop of it additionally, there’s only a tiny corner where any remote feel of jagged is possible.
The thing is, this folly had happened in the company of other people. I know for a fact that if it had happened while by myself, I probably would have yelled at least one profanity and felt pretty miserable and pissed off. But I certainly didn’t want to be the guy that flipped out over something that was ultimately my own negligent fault, and I have to say that I was kind of surprised with myself at my sheer lack of concern for what was essentially now a dinged-up (once) $400 piece of electronics.
The presence of people had something to do with my emotional restraint sure, but at the same time I wasn’t really heartbroken, because as much as I like my iPad, I actually had been thinking about switching it up, and pursuing an iPad Mini. It’s hard to justify getting a new iPad when I’ve got a perfectly fine conditioned iPad3, but with the ugly crack now tainting it, it’s now suddenly an inadvertent opportunity…
Sure, I’m a little bummed that I jacked up my own iPad, but I realized really, really quickly that it wasn’t a big deal. Yes, they’re like $400 a pop, but when the day was over, it was still just an iPad, something that can be replaced. It was more imperative when it happened, to not be a social buzzkill, and that I realized that the door to the iPad mini I eventually will want, has been opened up a little bit more now.
