So my hugely expensive brand new MacBook Pro arrived today and I love it so much and it's so perfect and I've spent all day setting it up.
And then, for no reason, a picture decides to jump off a shelf onto the closed MacBook. Only a small one. From a height of maybe six inches.
But that was enough. Now there are two scratches on the lid. They're small. But I know they're there.
My little boy is already no longer perfect. I'm traumatised.
Yeah, yeah, first world problems. Whatever.
And then, for no reason, a picture decides to jump off a shelf onto the closed MacBook. Only a small one. From a height of maybe six inches.
But that was enough. Now there are two scratches on the lid. They're small. But I know they're there.
My little boy is already no longer perfect. I'm traumatised.
Yeah, yeah, first world problems. Whatever.