The other day I dropped my remote while I was getting off of the bus. I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. I’ve dropped my remote before, although I do try to be careful with it. But this time, when I picked it up, something didn’t feel right. The trigger was cocked back at an unorthodox angle. From what I could see, a small spring had come loose.
I had to do the unthinkable. I had to carry my skateboard to work, instead of the other way around. There was an awkward moment when I tried to get on the board again. Hoping against hope that it might roll me like we’d once rolled. But it was no use. I didn’t know how to kick a skateboard (I still don’t). Or maybe having to push the board by myself was just too hard. Either way, I walked into work, surprising the many people on the sidewalks who are used to me barrelling past them.
At work, I found someone with a multi purpose tool suitable to open the remote. My multi purpose tool’s screwdriver wasn’t long enough to reach the screws. Neither was the first person I asked. The third person had one that worked.
Inside the remote, I found the spring that had come loose. With the help of a friend and a paperclip, I had it fixed in a few minutes.
I can’t help but notice how much this contrasts with the time I dropped my Emad remote. There was no fixing that one. I had to send the whole schebang back to Emad for them to fix it. And being able to fix my own Evolve remote really felt good. I’m not usually a handyman. But there’s something very rewarding about being able to fix something with just a little bit of tool time.
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