A few months back, I was able to pick up the iphone 6. It is certainly a thing of beauty and aids me in my daily work in ways I never could have imagined.
The trouble is that handling it is like trying to walk the deck of a pirate ship in high seas while carrying a glass of nitro glycerine. I am terrified that I am going to drop and break this thing.
When I bought it, I was offered the “insurance” at $15 a month. This “insurance” also carried a $200 deductible. Not very appealing to be sure.
I have tried to forego a case of any kind since I have the gold version and enjoy how thin and sleek this thing is. My fears, however, got the best of me and I broke down and bought a case for it last night. The case can barely be called a case. It simply covers the back and sides and has a little lip around the front for if it were to fall face down. It is made of some kind of rubber and ended up costing me $40. I’m sure Apple stamped it out for a mere four cents.
The price angers me. It is preposterous to charge $40 for this little thing, but in the end, it is significantly less expensive than the insurance or replacement if it were to break. And so I paid it.
It is interesting to notice what we are willing to spend on something that gives us just a little bit of extra security. Will it truly protect my phone from anything I am likely to do to it? Maybe or maybe not, but I sure feel better knowing it’s on there.
I sometimes wonder how people can be duped into magic elixers, potions and creams. The ones you see on tv marketed by the pharmaceutical companies or being sold by moms on facebook. Then I realize, it’s not what the product actually does. It’s what people believe it does that matters.
Gotta run. I’m out of hydroxycut.
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