My camera had gotten sickly about a month ago. I sent it back to the manufacturer and they promptly fixed the problem (some sort of jam somewhere) and sent it back to me in a pretty quick turnaround.
I am happy to have my camera back. I had missed it a lot. I keep that thing with me most of the time and I felt half nekkid not having it on me there for a bit. I just love my camera.
So, it came back Wednesday. Yesterday, I returned from a goodbye lunch (6 people in our office had their last day yesterday) was putting the camera back in the case as I was walking up the sidewalk into the building and what did I do? Just guess.
I dropped the damn thing. Right. On. The. Concrete. It’s still working beautifully, it just made me mad.
It’s like I can’t go anywhere all dressed/fixed up without something being amiss. I’m just one of those people, I reckon.