The crack on the screen protector was doing my head in, being just where you swipe up the screen. My finger was forever catching in it. It seemed to be getting worse every day.
A trip to JB Hifi was required. I'd only replaced the bloody thing about a month ago.
I'm also pretty hard on my phones. It's kept on a leash, I have floorboards. It gets knocked about. I went into the store fully prepared to spend another $50 to fix this daft piece of glass.
But maybe I was lucky. I got the right fellow. The waning moon was in alignment with some stars. I looked approachable. I went in, explained I wanted a new screen protector and that I was bummed that the one on the phone was only about a month old, bought in this store.
"Do you have a receipt?"
"I should have." I looked through my phone, while the guy looked on his computer.
After some back and forths, proof of sale was found.
"I can get this fixed for you."
"Really? It's cracked. I'm hard on my phone."
"We'll call it defective."
"Really?"
"Sure."
"But I've broken it."
"Doesn't matter. Call it under warranty. We write them off. All good. "
Well, there you go. I was fully expecting to pay another $50 for a new screen protector due to my own misadventure. He fixed it for free.
I told him he'd made my day, particularly after buying cat food, which has left me half broke.
We then wished each other a pleasant night.
Just another small thing that made my day.
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