How is it that my mom has the same phone she's had since I was in high school (yes, the kind with the cord), yet I've gone through four phones since I've been in this apartment?
I'm cursed when it comes to phones.
The first one I had couldn't hold a battery charge to save its life. The second one made me sound like I live in a bubble. The third one died for no apparent reason. And now the buttons keep getting stuck on the fourth one.
I don't get it. It's so irritating.