On Sunday afternoon, this happened while I was standing at the top of some metal stairs:
I have become so attached to this phone, I’m still surprised I haven’t shed any tears over its demise. The screen is stuffed, but is still functioning normally. Provided you’re cool with getting shards of glass jabbed into your finger every time you swipe. I also have to unplug the battery to end every phone call.
Which makes for some fun when leaving voicemail messages. Talk to you later, bye! asd;iasdj;aidfja;isd a 8q3 upqw8ru 39q40r~~@#@#
So this Samsung Galaxy SII has been my second Android phone, after owning two generations of iPhones. Now that Instagram is finally on Android (though, sans tilt-shift) there are no apps making me even contemplate the idea of going back to iOS. After owning Samsung and HTC Android phones, I’m sticking with Samsung and next week I’m getting their Great Aunt Bertha phone, the Galaxy Note.
Great Aunt Bertha is a big girl. Some call it a phablet (phone/tablet) but I’ve been told by wise technology wizards that the word phablet should be banned and I’m inclined to agree.
To preserve the cracked phone before Great Aunt Bertha arrives and to establish good practice for when Great Aunt Bertha is operational, I am instigating rules for mobile phone handling.
Well, one rule really: don’t hold the phone while walking except for the explicit purpose of taking/receiving a phone call.
Cause Great Aunt Bertha is a big girl – and she’ll have a lot more screen to crack.