Jeremy and I both have iPhones.
We love our iPhones.
Can't live without them.
Well, I guess we could, but we would be sad.
Last Friday, Jeremy calls me at about 7:15am. He had just arrived at work. He sounded extremely upset. The kind of upset you would feel if you had just run down an old lady with your car.
I asked what was wrong....
He responded that he had dropped his phone in the parking garage and shattered the screen.
I responded, "Okay. We will get a new phone."
I think he thought I would be mad. I was not mad. He is quite possibly the single most responsible 31 year old male on this planet.
So, on Sunday, we found a place that would replace the screen of his beloved iPhone because it was not yet time for a new phone.
$140 later...phone is fixed. Voila.
Monday, we go to the gym. I was attempting to respond to work emails while also using the elliptical machine, while also being 8+ months pregnant.
And then proceed to drop my phone off of said elliptical machine, onto the one metal portion of the machine, missing all of the soft gym floor below me.
And shattered the screen of my iPhone.
Neither of us have ever done anything like this before. Ever. Let alone two within 3 days.
Which leads me to the subject of this blog title. Conspiracy theory.
I think that Apple put a little device into their phones. Upon the release date of their new products, they activate the little device which shatters the screen upon minimal impact.
Then, the user is not mad at the phone for breaking, but mad at themselves for breaking said phone. And they realize how much they love it, and fork over the dough for a brand new one.
Brilliant, Apple, Brilliant.