Dr. Mrs. Dr. F. has a stalwart iPhone 4 that served her for years, but lately she has had to accept that her loyal digital buddy could be approaching its rainbow bridge. In the last year it picked up the habit of butt-calling random acquaintances while sitting untouched on a desk, snapping photos of the floor and the inside of pockets, greying out random portions of the screen and interrupting calls with fragments of other people’s conversation.
Well, last night it said goodbye. Mostly. Her car’s bluetooth still picks it up but otherwise the poor thing is an inert mini-monolith, unable even to cry for help.
On the plus side her plan includes a free replacement when you have had the phone for a while. So no problem! She can just zip through the local Apple store and get a new one. In and out in five minutes. No way her trusty little handset could have picked the worst day of the last five years to brick itself. Right?