I got slapped... twice!
It seems so long ago now... Pink Goddess had only just come into my life.

I was still working as a consultant, and seemed to go through handsets like someone who spent their days almost whimpering in barely-restrained frustration, punctuated only by rage-inducing phone calls from clueless, overpaid, buttock-faced, chairmoistening sales chimps asking the kind of questions you could only answer by seizing them firmly by the throat and firmly inserting something where the sun does not shine.

Somehow, I broke another phone. When I got home with the battered remains of what had been one of Nokia's finest, Pink Goddess offered her old phone. I gratefully accepted. There was only one problem - she had to get her data off it. And so, the next three days were brought to us by the sound of 'bleep bleep' as she bluetoothed her data from one to the other. I may have gently remonstrated.

That weekend, she handed over the phone, and with a fierce (but beautiful) glare, said "Now it's your turn. Get your data on there then".

Righto then. Bluetooth on on phone. Bluetooth on on laptop. One iSync later, all my data's on the phone. Pink Goddess slapped me. Ouch.

Then she said "What about the photos?". Bluetooth file browser, drag/drop, job done. She slapped me again. Ouch.

So there you go - how a phone got me slapped twice.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 22:31, 2 replies)

You're lucky
Lady Poodles slaps me purely because she "feels like it". I've gotten used to it now, which is probably not good in the long run...
(Poodles! MCCCXXXVII, Sat 1 Aug 2009, 20:11, closed)

You use Apple
computers...
(aroe_m0rre, Tue 4 Aug 2009, 14:36, closed)