There is an unwritten rule that just when you say “Well at least things can’t get an worse” that the really bad shit happens.
I got a call from the lovely Barry at Carphone Warehouse to tell me that I may get my iPhone by the end of the month.. but then he then went on to talk about worst case scenarios… When anyone talks about worst case scenarios it’s code for “I don’t want to have to admit that this is the most likely outcome”.
And besides, this already is a few streets down the road from Worst Case Avenue past Cock-Up Mansions.
The problem is this… head office have a few thousands of the iPhones but they are floating in a cloud of ambiguity. My order is what is technically known as in the aether and has gone all quantum, in that it both is and isn’t at the same time. Both Barry and I are being kept in the dark…matter as Carphone Warehouse spend their time herding Schrodinger’s cats.
As someone who, as you know, doesn’t fall for the whole hype thing, ahem, I’ve managed to join the extremely popular “People who have an iPhone (but don’t and might not ever have one) Club”.
