So I open up the box, tear through some bubble wrap and see a micro envelop addressed to yours truly. My heart begins to thump…I open the envelop and pull out a little note…What does it say you ask?
Boom, bang, sha-zaam, holy I-Phone….WHAT!!!! Steve Jobs reads my lame blog and sends me an IPhone. At this point, I’m in a cold sweat, totally disregarded anything I was doing and did cartwheels around the office bragging about how Steve and me were bros and I was going to spend Christmas with him and his family…Ok, some extrageration here but I was pretty stoked…
Now, I could end here and you all would think that Steve and me drink Lattes together whenever he’s in Atlanta but I don’t want to make people jealous...
Later in the day, I found out that ol' Pops was the one behind all of this. Pretty good stuff...I also learned that my work doesn't support the I-Phone so they wouldn't pay for it...Streams of tears rolled down my face as I realized I would have to give it back. Boo bears to me...
So I took it back to the Apple Store and exchanged it for the phoneless IPod Touch. I'm pretty stoked on it although I would love to have the IPhone...
I'm still Dancin' on the Ceilin'
2 comments:
Thanks for the laugh bro. O what a feeling!
I am just happy that you actually used the term boo bears in the blog so I could show people why I have been saying that ridiculous, yet manly, phrase!
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