The scraping on the roof, and then tiny clink as the object left the spoiler and crashed down onto the HOV lane had both my friend Michelle and I looking at each other saying “What was that?” I caught a tiny glance of my white, “toddler-proof” case in the rear view and my stomach sank to my toes.
“It was my iPhone.”
Too bad that case wasn’t 75 miles per hour proof. Or pregnant proof.
Neither was the last toddler-proof case (that one was black) that I had for my First iPhone. You know, the one that made it with me a whole four months before I left it on top of the car and drove away. The Second one was a generous tender mercy from my dear sister-in-law in Argentina, who sent her USA-bought phone to me since it didn’t function internationally. The Third was given to me one week ago today, when the Second suddenly stopped making calls, and the Genius at Apple assured me it was a hard-drive issue, and therefore covered by Applecare.
Three for three. Left on the Car, Broken, Left on the Car.
I told myself “Three strikes and I’m out,” to try to pep-talk myself into being fine with taking over the old Motorola Razr that we’ve got as back-up. At least until I get my brain cells back after Eliot is born…or I can save enough money (which happens to be way too much money!!) to replace it. It may be ridiculous, but I loved my iPhone(s), and thinking about not having one was tough. And knowing that it was all my silly, absentminded fault that they have been goners is even worse!
Dear dear Dave had other plans. He went with “Third time’s a charm” (since the second breaking was not really my fault…) and wiped his iPhone clean (you know, the one he’s had since we bought them back in September?) Then he plugged it into my computer, synced it with all my info and tied it with a ribbon (“to make it official”, he said). When I protested, he simply stated “Well, if you don’t use it then I guess no one will, because I’m taking the Razr.”
When we had only been married a couple months, one day I came home to a card from Dave with this Paul Valery quote on the front: LOVE IS BEING STUPID TOGETHER. I think it still fits us well. My stupidity is pretty obvious in this situation, eh? And Dave might be a little stupid to trust his phone into my destructo-hands. But, there is no room for doubting the love that we share. That sort of give-up-whatever-it-takes-(big, ridiculous, habitual, difficult, small, electronic, or otherwise)-to-make-the-other-happy.
And he does make me happy.
It also makes me happy to begin a little savings box for the bit of extra money I make with sewing orders, so that one day (several months from now, I’m sure) I’ll be able to give Dave a new phone…with a ribbon to make it official.