“Excuse me?”
I’m walking along Carlton Street, iPhone in hand, looking for free WiFi (oooo! Days Inn has a big access point!), when someone approaches me.
“Are you American?”
“Huh? No,” I say.
“Is it…” he starts, meaning the iPhone, “What’s it like?”
“Perfect.” And I smile wide.
He smiles too. Like we just shared our love of Jesus. We talk a few moments and I let him play with some buttons. “I need to get me one of those. February I guess.”
“Or December, or 2008, or never. Rogers hasn’t really said.”
His smile fades a bit.
9 thoughts on “iExperience”
you dirty girl!
Can I touch it?
A phone that don’t work.
How cool is that?
Maybe you should tie a string on one end and another iPhone on the other…
hehehehehe
Hey DR?
Why don’t you give me a call from you new iPhone?… oh right, that part is not working…
Pretentious? Moi?
I have to wave the damn thing around. I can’t talk loudly on the phone part yet.
But it is kind of cool to see the names of people’s routers. Stuff like:
Stargirl
Wiggly
Sheamus
and the lazy: dlink
God wants us to watch str8 porn. It’s in the Bible, right after “hate thy neighbour”. I can’t believe you’re just wandering the iStreets cavalierly waving it around… I hope you understand that what you’re doing is like juggling three glass bottles of rubbing alcohol at an AA meeting.
Gee, I guess str8 porn is somehow banned by iPhones?
Bill O’Reilly reported yesterday that there’s a band of gays with iPhones (Worksafe – it’s flickr!) downloading porn from open WiFi ports.
Would you like a pamphlet?
Really, really, really hating you.
This is so unfair, I’m a million times more an early adopter / goddamned fool than you and I don’t have one.
More oppression of the white heterosexual male right there.