My blackberry just died a gruesome death last weekend.
I had to go to work last Saturday and the husband drove me to the office. Went to grab a bite from McDonald’s since I didn’t have time to prepare breakfast.
Why did you have to order coffee, my dear? You could have had orange juice like me. Or iced tea. Or soda.
I didn’t even feel it as the supposedly scorching brew hit my lap. I was in shock. I could only watch in horrified disbelief as it spilled all over my phone and penetrated every nook and cranny of the keypad.
Good bye phone. See you in the next life. Maybe I’ll say hello to Apple now.