My Palm Treo 680 died a slow, painful death. I still have a conspiracy theory that mobile phone companies jack with older phones’ network connections to get you into their stores to buy new phones and sign new contracts. But I’m an IT consultant, so a dead phone is simply not an option.
My wife has been bitter that she always gets the hand-me-down phone. The last one was a Motorola Razr. So this time, I decided to preserve my marriage and get matching Apple iPhones. Almost. Yesterday we headed to the AT&T store to get her an iPhone 3G 8G and get me an iPhone 3GS 16 GB. This compromise insures that we both have iPhones. And I can pass down my iPhone 3GS in 2011 and get whatever Apple will be shipping that year.
Unfortunately, the iPhone 3 GS is in short supply, so when we left the store my wife was holding her new iPhone 3G and I was holding, sigh, my old Motorola Razr again. Fortunately SIM cards make switching phones a snap.
My iPhone 3GS 16 GB is in the order queue and will arrive sometime this week.