Seriously? How did I end up with this phone? It throws itself on the floor willy-nilly.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my phone. All my important information is on it. I’m lost without it. Literally lost. I have to start buying maps again.
Yet, with all the love I give it, it jumps off tables, out of my arms, out of the open car door. It even threw itself out of my hand into the refrigerator once. I’m worried that it will jump into the toilet, but I guess even this phone draws the line at drowning.
Sometimes I think it’s Apple’s fault. The phones are so slippery that we are forced to buy cases. Is it planned obsolescence? Slippery phones = broken phones. Or is it good ‘ole American capitalism? Slippery phones = need for covers. Slippery phones that break while covered = need for more expensive covers.
But then I remember that this has happened when I had a blackberry, an android, and a black rotary phone in 1975.
The obvious answer to this is that I need to choose my phones more carefully. It’s impossible to believe that with so many people owning smart phones, I keep choosing the clumsy ones.
It’s not me, it’s the phone. It has a mind of its own.