I was at a family function and I was considerably young, as were my relatives, and I had let one of my aunts play with my iPhone which was all well and good until she wanted to see how durable it was.
She asked, "Will it bounce?" and threw it to the floor.
"No, it will break."
When I looked down, it was in pieces. The screen was intact but the innards were all over the place. There was one black piece that I identified as the internal speaker which would not mount properly within the casing.
My aunt was apologetic, telling me that she would replace it. I refused and there was a two day (subjective) search for a replacement phone, which took me to the "Cell Phone Store" to have it replaced. The sales person kept trying to get me to buy another phone and there may have been violence.
In the end, I gave up on finding a new phone.
TEA and I were in formal wear while walking through the woods, and Donald Rumsfeld walked by and pointed to a castle/mansion that was being built across the valley (quickly too, we could see the dome being built in a matter of minutes). He told us that there was a party going on and we were invited.
Once TEA and I arrived at the castle, we were shown the dining room, and then taken to another room where we were to stay during the course of the party. TEA and I were upset, with TEA asking "Why would they treat us this way?"
"I don't know, buddy."
As more fake guests arrived, we tried to figure out a way to escape the room so we could go to the party. Yes, dream logic works this way. We all still wanted to go to the party, not escape this magic house of horrors that Donald Rumsfeld was building.
There was a harrowing escape, and I was able to protect TEA, even though I ended up getting shot in the arm.
In contrast to the very pleasant dreams that I had enjoy on Saturday and Sunday mornings, these were a little bit of a letdown.
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