Granted, Mrs. Driver's flip-phone was hinged with duct tape. And it had been dropped in the dog bowl at least once. These details will become more relevant later.
Never mind that The Driver's Motorola PEBL phone had worked wonderfully for years. The camera took great photos. The signal was solid and clear. The ringtone was "Breaking the Law."
Never mind that The Driver family had been loyal T-Mobile customers since 2001. And so switching to an iPhone would cause Mr. Driver to sign a contract with one of the most evil technology empires ever deregulated and re-congealed into a slightly more legal monopoly.
Mrs. Driver wanted an iPhone.
And The Driver had to admit, they looked pretty cool.
Plus, the purchase of an iPhone was a key step in The Driver realizing one of his adolescent dreams: The ability to access his entire music library in his vehicle.
More on that in another post.
Mrs. Driver wanted an iPhone.
And so, a few days after Christmas, The Driver obliged.
And that's when the agony began.
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