…are the price of their toys.
What a wise saying. My work provided me with a new Blackberry. Not that there was anything wrong with the old one. But it was out of warranty. So the women’s shelter gets another recycled phone and I get a new toy.
And don’t try and tell me it is another useless trinket. I am quite sure that one day on my death bed I will prop myself up and with my last breath I will say, “at least I got the blackberry.”
Mmmmmm…well…OK…but it did come with a genuine Naugahyde carrying case. (some Nauga gave his all…actually it was probably cheap leather from some sad eyed cow)