Jack’s Phone

Hello. My name is Clumsy. So clumsy that I spectacularly dropped my iPhone recently on the road and surprise, surprise it did not escape unscathed. The back case shattered. And, once upon a time my OCD-​self would have been sent into a tailspin that my phone was now «ruined» but I was rather enjoying its fractured look until the backing started to splinter and bits were falling out.
I’d walked past Jack’s many times en route to Central station but never took notice that they replace cracked screens for a steal. Popping in, I thought there’d be a reasonable wait for the back to be replaced but in as quick as you could close your eyes and say «Superkalafragalistic» I had my phone back in my hand sans crack. All for $ 30. A handy spot to have for a clumsy lass like me.