I have just returned from that modern rite of passage the visit to the mobile phone hospital. Son’s phone has been put on the critical list, with hopefully a return to full health tomorrow morning. Over the last few years we have been regular visitors to our friendly Kings Heath High St shop, who have put screen protectors on, replaced shattered screens and non-functioning home buttons. Like any good rite of passage it has its own code of conduct and social behaviours:
1. The innocent ‘nothing really’ when responding to ‘any liquid you might have dropped it in?’ followed a minute later by the reveal that there’s half a can of coke inside.
2.The bedside manner when giving bad news: I’m really sorry, there’s nothing more we can do. The charge port has given out.
3. The effusive thanks when a phone is resurrected from its deathbed.
4. And of course the unreasonable entitled person who has got coke in it, a cracked screen and a non-functioning power button who can’t understand why it can’t be repaired there and then despite the queue because ‘ I really need it’.
5. The compulsory racks of non-branded accessories.
Your other modern rites of passage. We may no longer learn how to milk a cow or change a horse’s shoe with our knife, but learning how to navigate the repair shop is essential to modern life,