New Ipad, broken Speck case
I got a new Ipad. It’s an Ipad Mini and I love it. It’s been a week since I got it and I decided that I needed a case to protect it and all that. Not any case though. I was looking for the perfect case that would also add my personality in such popular little device. And guess what? Yesterday I finally found it. I found it in John Lewis in Oxford Street. It’s green and blue, it’s the cutest and it’s so me. There are a few in display, I pick the one I think looks the most pristine. Paid £29.90 for it. I know, ouch. But hey ho, it’s supposed to protect my Ipad so fuck it. I pay, I’m happy.
I get home later on the day, I put my Ipad in it. It does look great, it’s perfect. I start playing with it until I realise that there is a scratch and that a little piece of fabric is missing from my case. The fuck? This frustrates me so much. It’s Sunday. I don’t want to go back. I’m done with shops and walking and be tired. It’s Sunday, day of rest. You would probably think “take it back over the week”, but I won’t. Firstly because I have no time. Secondly I want a brand new, and I mean NEW case right now. I spent 29.90 for it, for the perfect green and blue case, and I know I won’t be happy again after I get what I was supposed to have yesterday. This is me, venting. Over and out.