Fancy pulpits.

My wife is on her third iPhone 4 in six days.

The first one had a hardware and software failure.

The second one sounded like an old timey cotton gin. It was so loud she held it up to our landline at home when she was on the phone with Apple support and they urged her to bring it in. Immediately.

The third one? We'll see.

The worst part is that she holds me responsible. Because I've had one for a year and like Apple, she assumes that I might have hand built these defective iPhones. She'll call me ...