Sprint vs. iPhone

Like everyone else in town, I stopped in the Apple store on the Plaza to see if I get a turn playing with an iPhone. The place was so mobbed that I couldn’t have gotten close to one without delivering an elbow to someone’s ribcage. Luckily, I didn’t have to resort to violence. A buddy who always has to get the hot stuff first let me play with his, which was already loaded with pictures of his girlfriend that I could zoom in on with alarming closeness. (Girl, it’s time to unclog your pores.)

I’ve heard some complaints about the iPhone.