I tell you what, I am just about at the point where I could be convinced into throwing my iPhone against a brick wall.
It’s broken down, again.
After my colleagues and the world in general told me that a broken iPhone was impossible, this is how I felt the first time my series 5 model died on me:
This is how I felt when it black screened on me for the hundredth time (after taking a few choice snaps) about a month ago.
(But at least back then I was able to revitalise it with my famously soft, gentle, touch *START BUTTON, JAB, JAB, JAB!*)
And this, this is how I feel about the Apple corporation today after my phone completely died on me and failed to even give a damn about starting up.
In fact Apple is worse, at least the lady got her cookies from McDonalds in the end. All I got from nagging customer service was the promise of a jiffy bag in the next 3-5 working days for my phone. WHERE ARE MY COOKIES TIM COOK, WHERE ARE THEY?!?
Seriously you’d think that in paying so much a month for the privilege of saying to people “I have an iPhone don’t you know?” they could at least produce something that didn’t die after taking one average photo of Cockington (don’t laugh, it’s a real place in Devon, England. The photo would have looked something like this:)
But then my iPhone 5 is now dead so I guess we’ll never know the joys of Cockington manor or Cocktington thatch or my sister sitting on a bench in Cocktington that said “buttocks rest”. We will never know. Hear that? That’s the sound of a man in Germany weeping. ARE YOU HAPPY MR COOK?!
I tell you what, the iPhone 5 is so useless, it’s as if Apple have discontinued the model or something…
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