Feel for you, man. That sinking feeling when you hear it hit the concrete is the worst. I've had a similar thing happen with my clippers, except mine bounced off the bathroom counter onto tile. Threw the blade alignment off so bad I had to replace the whole thing, just couldn't get it right again. It's not like you're tossing them around either, sometimes it just slips. Hope you can get yours fixed or find a decent replacement without breaking the bank.

Did you ever end up sending that person a thank you later on? I did that with the chef who used to yell at me for not seasoning my pasta water properly, eventually I realized he just wanted me to cook better food. Sometimes the harsh truth sticks way longer than a pat on the back.

Take it from someone who's been riding for years - there's no such thing as a good spot, just different levels of bad. My personal favorite is the "please don't sit next to me" seat where the armrest is conveniently broken. Between the guy loudly taking conference calls and the person who treats their backpack like a third passenger, it's really just a daily lottery on wheels.

Wow, wait, are you actually burning your hand every Valentine's Day?!

Read somewhere that most people lose their files at least once before they finally start backing up.