Last night I dropped my phone (motorola razr) and this is the conversation that followed:
Me: Oh crap! Did the battery fall out again?
Mr. McHacker: No, it's okay.
Me: Are you sure? Is it working?
Mr.McHacker: Yes it's fine.
Me: Darn. I was hoping it was broken so I could have an excuse to get a new iphone.
Mr. McHacker: You wouldn't do that.
Me: Well, it worked for E. I think she broke hers on purpose so she would have an excuse to get one. Which is really funny since when her husband broke his phone the last time, she got him a tracfone and put his sim card in it. Boy was he pissed.
Mr.McHacker: If you break your phone on purpose, I'm gonna go to the Palmer Home Thrift Store and get you the biggest, ugliest, oldest phone they have. (he says this while laughing)
Then he shows me this picture:
I guess I'll just stick to the one I have for now...I don't think that one will fit in my purse!