Something truly horrifying happened last night. Something so horrific, so inexcusable, silence smothered the air, gagging the mouths of dozens of witnesses: I dropped my unibody MacBook from waist height on to solid concrete.
I heard gasps, but mostly I heard myself dying a little bit inside, like I'd just witnessed Dell press event at the time.thrust under the sharp wheels of a passing train. Ironically, I was drinking champagne at a
Voices gradually picked up, and friends around me bent down to pick up my keys, my wallet, my USB thumb drive, and one or two other things that had also fallen out of my upside-down bag. I, however, lifted up the corpse of my shattered, destroyed MacBook.
Except it wasn't a corpse. Nor was it destroyed. In fact, it was fine. No breakages, no smashed screen, not even a broken chassis. "This cannot be!" I thought. "How did it survive?"
To the corner of the tent I went, firing up the computer as I walked. The hard disk (Seagate disks) spun up and loaded the OS. "It lives!" I declared to the crowd of people who really didn't give a goddamn.
The only physical marks were a few scuffs on one corner. Other than that, the machine was unharmed by the metre-high drop on to solid concrete. I was astounded by how tough the machine is. I thought at the very least the hard disk would've been damaged, or worse the screen. But no: all fine.
Has this happened to you? Leave any dropped-a-laptop-on-concrete stories in the comments, by all means.