Well, I am finally back from Costa Rica. Rest assured, tales will be told!
I missed you Reader. I thought about you. Dirty thoughts.
As I landed in Toronto, I pulled out my phone to make contact with my friend who was picking me up, only to realize that it had crashed. This, it turns out, would make finding each other in Toronto's unfathomably large airport particularly challenging.
After exhausting my significant technical expertise (ie. turning it off and on again while promising to buy it a seriously overpriced carrying case) I took my phone in to Bell to see if they could revive it.
When I described the problem the sales rep was not the least bit surprised. Or sympathetic. "Oh yeah, we get a ton of these. Samsung put out an update that crashed all the Galaxy S's."
Wait, what?! Let's rewind.
"Sir, my eyes are up here."
"Yeah but your breasts are down THERE."
No, after that.
"Samsung put out an update that crashed all the Galaxy S's."
The hell Samsung?
Somebody had seriously better been fired over this. For reals. You crashed ALL OF THE PHONES.
That's like if Pizza Pizza accidentally started delivering rabid, sword-wielding monkeys instead of pizzas. Also, dibs.
So I now have to send my phone away for 4-6 weeks to get it repaired. And I have to pay $25 for the privilege of using a loaner phone.
Bell, this isn't over.
