The story of how I sat on my Kindle

I sat on my Kindle.

This is one of the main things you should not do with your Kindle: sit on it. When you sit on it, it stops being a Kindle. The only thing it’s really good for after you sit on it is throwing it at librarians like a Frisbee. You can still use it as a 4gb thumbdrive, but that is besides the point.

I’ve sat on a few books in my life, and the books remained readable. Not the Kindle. They don’t tell you that when you buy the Kindle. They don’t say, “Hey, you can’t sit on this thing, you know.” If they had said that, I probably would have sat on it anyway, because who thinks he’s ever gonna sit on his Kindle? Not me.

I had gotten into the habit of placing my Kindle on my bed (just like any other paperback books that I read), and the Kindle, being so small and slim and flat had gotten into the habit of burrowing under my mess of blankets and pillows and other cuddly stuff that typically exist on a bed.

And all that, together with a tiring game of Team Fortress 2 forms the recipe for disaster. I sat on my the pile of blanket on my bed and heard a sound that blankets don’t normally make. That sound was the final squeak of a Kindle just before it became not a Kindle anymore.

Amazon Support is enlightened enough to send me a new Kindle right away. But as I’m not currently in USA that means that it would be a good two weeks before the new Kindle arrives.

Meanwhile, let me find other things to sit on.