“Bring lots of money.”
I went in to inquire about the iPhone.
Did they know what sort of call plan it would have and how much it would cost? No.
Have they had a lot of inquiries about it? No. (She was pulling my leg; admitted it!)
Do they send a bill to your home or require billing to plastic? Bill to home is OK.
Do you have to undergo a credit check? Oh yeah!
Is there any chance in hell with my credit rating below that of several collectivist South American countries — hell, worse than Nigeria! — of getting an iPhone? Er, no. Have you considered prayer?
Why do you now intend to spy on all Internet traffic? Because we’re now Ma Bell again. And you know what a ma Ma is!
OK, I made up that last one.
I should have pulled out my LifeDrive to show off iPhoney. But I think they just would have laughed.
Yes, my resolve is weakening.
Can you blame me?