Grieving for a Dead iPhone
It finally happened. Phil bent over to pick something up in the kitchen (which has a very unforgiving ceramic tile floor), and his iPhone slipped out of his pocket. This was the result:
He’s been almost as broken up over it as the phone’s screen itself.
All is not lost, though. We were planning to go to Kansas City this week anyway for a doctor’s appointment, so I made a reservation at the Apple Store to get the poor thing fixed (replaced, actually). While the screen is shattered, the phone does still operate, so we were able to back up his data and forward his calls to my iPhone. He’s using mine until his gets replaced, and I’ll just get by with Skype.
Ah, technology!
