But how about when you get a call while eating an Al Pastor burrito (elbow deep in salsa with a chip in the other hand)? So much for the million-dollar, Prada-killer finish.
No way am I keeping a truckload of KFC wipes at hand just to keep up with the elite iPhone-set, with their freshly chamoised tech nuggets.
How about this one: LEARN TO EAT LIKE A GROWNUP, NOT A BABOON.
Holy crap, is this what passes for learned critique? You could get it MESSY if you have GREASY FINGERS? Yet somehow, magically, getting that wheel on the Q all gunked up with burrito goo and chocolate won't make IT stop working? What, the Q has MAGIC FOREIGN GOO PREVENTION? A physical keyboard is magically resistant to detritus?
So many morons, me without a taser.