Life Without Toast - Sibling Rivalry

Right. In response to Nikki's comment in the last post, I will recount the embarrassing tale of my adventure in the Vodafone shop. Generally, I tend to let on to people that I have very (pretty?) good knowledge of all things technical, but in this instance, I was proved to be not so knowledgable.

My last phone was a Motorola v550, and it was a big heap of shite. It kept resetting back to the main menu while I was texting, I couldn't access the phonebook at all, the battery life was completely rubbish, I had already had the phone in to be repaired, and at this stage I just wanted a new one.

So off to the shop I went, a vast amount of reasons for wanting and deserving a new phone going through my head, ready to be recounted to the (no-doubt) understanding sales assistant. There was a bit of a queue in the shop so I waited for a bit. When I finally got to speak to the assistant, I started ranting.

"This phone is shite!"
"The phone book doesn't work!!
"It's already been fixed, but it's still broken!"
"It's under guarantee, I want a new one!"
Etc, etc.

The assistant (I cannot remember if it was a male assistant or a female assistant, but that's not important right now) stood there, listening and nodding along to my lengthy tirade, before asking me the vital question.

"Have you tried turning it off and then turning it back on again?"
"Err... No. Bugger." (problem(s) solved, at least temporarily)

And thus ends the embarrasing tale of the Vodafone shop. Thank God for that, Nikki has been threatening to reveal the true secret of my technical ineptitude to the masses for what seems like forever. Finally, I can breathe a sigh of relief, safe in the knowledge the the whole world (or at least all regular readers of the Toasty Goodness) knows how truly brutal I am (but I still consider myself 'a bit of a geek').