If you missed the April issue on the iphone. Here you go:
I really started to wonder if there was something wrong with me. Why don’t I “Love” my iphone. I hadn’t ever really thought about it until that strange man walked up to me and said, “Don’t you just LOVE your iphone?” He truly loved his and couldn’t quit talking about it. There I was, just sitting there having a cold Kirin Ichiban, waiting on take out Vietnamese, killing time after placing my order. To me, the iphone was just a crutch, so I don’t look so alone, when I’m really sitting there… alone. My true goal is not to get the food, or use my iphone, my only goal is to leave the house long enough to have a beer in a bar… a common trick among married men, waiting for takeout orders. Why do you think we always volunteer to go pick up the food anyway?