Aww, come on!
And we were just starting to have so much fun, little buddy. Now I'm really kinda bummed-out with you, iPhone. What's with your tiny rubber gasket (located between your
optical-quality glass and your shiny metal frame) snapping? What's it been... 10 days since you moved in? To whit:
Don't worry; I know you're really bummed-out, too. I can see it on your face. I've got us both signed up for the Genius Bar at
Chicago's North Michigan Avenue Apple Store tomorrow... and though it's going to hurt (goodbyes are never easy), they'd better exchange you without a problem. Because, I just can't count on you not letting dust and lint into your sweet, sweet brain matter from here on out.
Anyone else experienced this? (Take a close look, now.) Honestly, I pulled my iPhone out of my pocket today at dinner (
House of Sushi & Noodles) and saw what I thought was a piece of string hanging from my iPhone. Ehh... いいえ. (That's "no.") See ya,
BD
* P.S. I'll post on how Apple rectifies this for me. Don't let me down, Cupertino.
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