How’s My iPod? Thanks for Asking!

Someone at work asked about my iPod the other day.  Not one of those questions about where I got the sweet case or what kind of stuff I had on there.  No, the question was,

“Do you ever cut yourself when you’re trying to use it?”

Which is a valid question, both because it looks pretty jagged and shitty and also because using an iPod like this is a pretty good start on a reason to self harm.

I ran this over with my own car.  I dropped it while walking to my car, drove off, came back, then found it there.  Ran over my own iPod on accident.  This is the sort of thing that I would have suggested happen to Ross on Friends.  Mostly because I would have liked to take that character in a totally different direction, just piling on the misery.  When the other Friends were complaining about their dates going badly, he would be saying how he realized the other day he hasn’t driven a car in eight years and that made him so sad he played Cruisin’ USA at the laundromat for seven hours.

Anyway, this is the worst possible scenario for an iPod, and here’s why.

If I’d just not been a shithead, I wouldn’t have this problem.

If I’d completely destroyed it, well, I’d have gotten a new one by now and pretty much forgotten the whole thing.

Instead, the option I selected was to have this thing work, but to slowly lose flakes of the screen every so often and have it look like complete dogshit.

It’s all going quite well, friends.