So, I don’t make it a secret that my laptop, my not so secret lover, gets dragged everywhere with me, including the bathroom. Yes, my best work is on the shitter, but I’ll also use it as a radio to stream music, or listen to my local morning radio show, if I’m feeling particularly hygienic that morning, while I shower.
Sometime last year, I upgraded my four-year-old macbook, to the shiny macbook pro (I feel the need to tell you this, as its relevant to the story, not that you care that I got a new laptop. Or maybe you do. I love my mb pro, if you care). Which is made of stainless? Solid granite? Cast Iron? It’s not light, but then again, neither is the regular macbook. They make them sturdy, which is one of the reasons why I love Apple products. I’m pretty much a klutz, and for whatever reason, my iPhone and whatever other sort of technology I own, finds a way to jump from my fingers. I have a permanent case of the dropsies.
So this morning, I grabbed my laptop, headed for the bathroom, and sat it on the ledge in my bathroom, while I tended to my business. We have a stupid half wall in our bathroom, that hides the toilet, for whatever reason, people are still like the Beaver’s or the Brady Bunch, and feel it necessary to hide the toilet from view (a lot of houses around here now, have a separate room just for the toilet (also common in Asian countries, as my sister tells me). This wall becomes the bane of my existence. I can never keep it clean, or clutter free:
You guys, this is the cleanest its ever been, but that’s because I’m just now finally getting around to finishing up my bathroom project that I started in the fall. If we end up staying in this house, and the bathroom ever gets redone, that’s the first thing that’s going, is that wall.
So anyway, this morning. Laptop. Business.
I rested my laptop on this ledge, I turned to get the toilet paper, which is normally on the other side of this wall, and how, I have no idea, made some sort of move that caused my elbow to hit the laptop like a catapult. The laptop flew through the air, and went flying down, smashing the toilet paper roll holder IN HALF, slamming into my ankle, and then crashing onto the floor. At first, I was more worried about my laptop, which now has a dent in it, but is otherwise fine (I dropped my old laptop, and it ended up killing the disk drive. You’d think I’d have smartened up by now, by not leaving anything of value where I can damage it). My ankle on the other hand, is still throbbing. I’d show you a picture, but it doesn’t look like much. It feels much worse.
So, if you’re ever looking for a laptop that will survive a fall onto tile flooring with barely a scratch, or you need some sort of deadly weapon, head over to the Apple store. Or, just keep this shit out of my hands.