The face fell off my Apple Watch. That’s a flaw, not a feature. Luckily it happened when I was at home and not out, about, and unawares. I would’ve been mad as hell if I looked down for the time and saw Naked Terminator Face looking back at me. So I went to the Apple Store, watch in-hand instead of on-wrist. A nice guy in a red shirt said, “Ah, it looks like the battery swelled.”
I said, “What? That’s a thing? Why does that happen?”
He said, “Sometimes, when batteries get old, they swell.”
I said, “Oh. Like people.”
(And I’ve literally have been in and out of various Apple Stores all week now because iGot problems.
THANK YOU GOOD NIGHT APPLE STORE FIFTH AVENUE!
I’LL BE HERE ALL WEEK!
Luckily, Apple can fix my watch for FREE! (Maybe my good humor extended the warranty.) But now whatever shall I do without my arm candy? I mean, what time is it? Time to see a show. I’ve got one in Brooklyn on Friday. Come and laugh; and if your #TeamAndroid, gloat over my iProblems.