Some months ago, hubby had a Samsung Omnia. It used to drive me crazy because it didn’t always ring when there was an incoming call, and few things annoy me as easily and quickly as hubby repeatedly not answering his phone (what if there’s an emergency?!).
After a while, hubby finally conceded that the phone must be “faulty” and that he needed a new one. So he got the iPhone. End of story, right? Wrong.
A couple of weeks ago, my phone started falling apart. It’s nothing major; the casing’s coming off so one side of the keypad sort of sinks lower than the other. It irritated me at first (I’m used to it now) and because I’ve been lusting after the iPhone or something similar, I told hubby about it.
He said sure we can get me a new phone, and then one evening, he suggested, “Why don’t you use my old Omnia? It’s kinda like the iPhone.”
“I thought it doesn’t work properly,” I said. “It doesn’t always ring when people call.”
“I’ll reset the phone. That should fix it.”
Pause.
“Then why didn’t you do that in the first place instead of buying an iPhone?”
Silence.
Then, “Err… I just thought of it?”
