Margo’s face told me she was going to tell me something unpleasant. She pulled her hand from behind her back and handed me my Nexus. Hours ago I had plugged it in and laid it on the travel trailer sofa armrest. Now, I’m looking at a screen with a starry thousand cracks in it. She had pinched it in the sofa scissor mechanism.
The touch screen refused every command. It wouldn’t turn off. I was very happy that I hadn’t put anything vitally important on it.
It was a flawed yet awesome mini tablet, and I’d resisted the urge to upgrade it even when I could slow eat a sandwich while waiting for it to load. Lately, it was taking 16 seconds of holding the power button in before turning on. And that’s on a lucky day. It was so old that I started downloading travel apps without fear of damaging the device. It got even slower. But it made a great e-reader and white noise music player.
Margo was upset that she killed my device. I shrugged and admitted I was going to upgrade soon. Darn, my lack of negotiating skills. I should a gone all dramatic. Tears and squeals. Coulda gotten her to buy me a new device. Guess I’ll buy me a new one, but gosh I hate to do the research. I’d buy the same Nexus 7 if it were faster and had more memory. The second generation Nexus 7 fits the bill, but I’m not going to spend over $300 for a device with five year old technology.
I’ll do something eventually, so I’ll have something to take on trips.