The 7 button came off my mobile phone yesterday.
After some thought, I surmised that I could not use this phone if it did not have a 7 button.
So I did the obvious thing. Superglue. And fortunately, it worked.
Then Stella came round for a
(more) cup of tea.
As we slurped and chatted, we suddenly heard a blooping noise. Like a beep, but rounder and better modulated. I leaped to the table and grabbed my phone. Just one bloop later, the screen went black and the phone went silent.
We tried everything we could to resurrect it. I used my spare charger and spare battery, but they didn't work. Finally, I asked Stella to whisper shamanic chants to it. (She’s the local university’s Professor of Digital Mysticism.)
After Stella chanted, we left the phone to its own devices (pun unintended) and watched The Bachelorette.
While we were waiting in anticipation for the bachelorette to respond to a marriage proposal, I suddenly heard a spitting noise. The phone was coming back to life!
I played around with it and it was fully functional. Amazing. I was so grateful to Stella.
But there was one problem. The 7 button wouldn't move.
So I asked Stella if she could do a few more chants to fix it.
But she refused, saying she wasn’t some kind of on-demand shaman. I argued, but she got more agitated, and said power had gone to my head.
So, having become quite angry, she left. And I sat there stunned and disappointed, watching the bachelorette busy breaking someone’s heart.
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