I'm of course, talking about cell phone suicide.
Cell Phone Heaven
Mine jumped off the top of my Jeep last last night and in to traffic. I would like to write this off as mistake or me being forgetful. But I can't. I can't deny the fact that the day I ordered a Palm Treo 700P my old phone jumped to his death.
I feel like I drove him to his death and for that, I'm sorry. I'm also sorry that he committed this act before I could get all my old numbers off the phone. I'm also really, really sorry that he might have survived if it wasn't for a Gamecock fan driving an Expedition who ran directly over him at high speeds despite the fact I was waving my arms on the side of the road and pointing directly at his injured frame.
I hate the Gamecocks.