To the various readers of MacRumors,
I never thought it would happen. I took great care of this notebook for over a year. I practically babied it! But of course bad things are bound to happen.
It was a cool Thursday afternoon here in Texas. I had assembled my backpack for a journey to the library. I packed a Macbook Pro with a soft sleeve, a book, and a pair of headphones. I closed my front door with keys in hand, carrying the backpack with one finger curled around the top loop. I proceeded to unlock the car while fumbling with the keys. The bag slipped and fell onto the pavement below. I paused for a second not realizing the gravity of the situation. "Did I really just drop my backpack?" I thought to myself. Snapping to my senses I uttered a profanity so loud, it rivaled Mel Gibson's "freedom" scream; only my yelp was one of exasperation.
I swooped down and snatched the bag while turning 180 degrees into the house. I dashed towards the kitchen table to assess the damage. I ripped off the sleeve to discover a large dent on the bottom left corner of my computer. With emotions surging, I paced back and forth around the kitchen table fuming and grumbling to myself. The thought of a wasted Applecare, a ruptured hard drive, and the helpless feeling should my computer fail in the future.
I eventually calmed myself down and thought of ways to repair the damage...
The last two pictures are post-op. My unsanitary and unorthodox face lift involved pliers and a hammer.
I never thought it would happen. I took great care of this notebook for over a year. I practically babied it! But of course bad things are bound to happen.
It was a cool Thursday afternoon here in Texas. I had assembled my backpack for a journey to the library. I packed a Macbook Pro with a soft sleeve, a book, and a pair of headphones. I closed my front door with keys in hand, carrying the backpack with one finger curled around the top loop. I proceeded to unlock the car while fumbling with the keys. The bag slipped and fell onto the pavement below. I paused for a second not realizing the gravity of the situation. "Did I really just drop my backpack?" I thought to myself. Snapping to my senses I uttered a profanity so loud, it rivaled Mel Gibson's "freedom" scream; only my yelp was one of exasperation.
I swooped down and snatched the bag while turning 180 degrees into the house. I dashed towards the kitchen table to assess the damage. I ripped off the sleeve to discover a large dent on the bottom left corner of my computer. With emotions surging, I paced back and forth around the kitchen table fuming and grumbling to myself. The thought of a wasted Applecare, a ruptured hard drive, and the helpless feeling should my computer fail in the future.
I eventually calmed myself down and thought of ways to repair the damage...
The last two pictures are post-op. My unsanitary and unorthodox face lift involved pliers and a hammer.