To jest Czek ikona. Zrobiliśmy ją w stylu iOS, gdy po raz pierwszy wprowadzony został iOS w wersji 7 i jest ona kompatybilna ze wszystkimi dotychczasowymi wersjami iOS (conajmniej z iOS 10). Ten styl opiera się na cienkiej linii dwóch pikseli i jest zoptymalizowany do rozmiaru 50x50 px. W przeciwieństwie do innych zestawów ikon wektorowych, które mają jedynie setki ikon, ten pakiet ikon zawiera 12,300 ikony, do tego wszystkie w tym samym stylu i jakości.
It's a piece of card stock type paper that lists out all your restaurant purchases. It includes the item that you ordered and the price for that item. It also includes the total of your purchase including tax that you need to pay the waiter.
Great, the free check icon— just what I needed to see. I wasn’t having a great day to begin with but now it’s shot in the foot for sure. Oh, pardon the sarcasm, but I’m just a little bitter when I’m reminded of the check icon!
As some good things do, my marriage ended abruptly last Spring. Cynthia and I had perhaps outgrown each other or just wanted different things now. On a cold March morning we talked to each other briefly, our last conversation as husband and wife. By April I had moved to a small but comfortable condo.
Our mutual respect for one another and the acknowledgment of the terms of our separation eliminated all but the slightest friction throughout the proceedings of the divorce. The final lot of items for us to decide ownership over were the icons we had bought together in happier times. I had long harbored the notion of selling some of my erotic poetry online—certainly a set of icons, licensed according to the commercial terms by the good folks at Icons8, would help me build my webshop. So I contested and claimed the icons for myself.
Cynthia refused the request, stating prior intent to use the icons commercially for her cat jewelry business. However, we found that our business intentions were diverse enough that we could split the icons between ourselves.
That’s when things got messy. Only one icon remained after we had claimed the others. I had almost dismissed the check icon download, but in a moment of inspiration I envisioned a shop design that would command the highest respect of the internet erotic poetry community. I saw crossovers into more acceptable media, I saw interviews, I saw freedom, but most of all, I saw the check icon.
Cynthia must have had similar thoughts about the icon because a fight broke out. What began as gentle bickering between old friends devolved into the biggest argument of my life. Our entire relationship broke down, and with that, our civility. Old wounds best left alone were reopened with no regard for common decency.
In the end she contested everything. I lost it all—my expensive library built over a lifetime, a garden nurtured and loved for 40 years, and most painfully, she even got custody of my archives of erotic poetry.
So excuse me if I’m a little bitter towards the check icon—I just lost everything because of it.